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“Gentle Tree,
I can hear you speaking
Reminding me with your silence
Of what I all so often fail to see:
That within me
Is a tree
Reaching from seed towards star
Limited only by
How much of me I want to see
And how far I believe I can travel
Before I unravel
And my trunk becomes a branch
Which branches into tiny twigs
Each adorned with wigs
Of flowers nourished by rain showers
And visited by lots of little things
With wings and unique ways to sing.”