My precious tree
Is being beaten by the angry wind
Hypnotized by a power
So uncontrollable
...
A lone old oak tree
On the bank of the rice field
Stood the test of time
A witness to farmer's life
...
The tree reaches out,
For the sun's lovely rays
And leans into them,
For their warmth.
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The boy shook the tree
Apples flecked with russet dots
And strong hint of pink
Rained down plopping and bouncing
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