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My tree,
She dwells outside my window
I’ve known her a long while.
She ages in mind and wisdom
While her whole changes slowly.
Her leaves may fly adrift
Towards the bright silhouette.
Her barks may chip and flake,
Let the pieces fall as they may.
But she’ll always be here,
My familiar serene friend.

My tree,
She peers out at the moon,
In the calmness of the night.
She soothes the gentle wind,
Whispering her soft hymns.
Whilst the moon suavely smiles,
Bemused at the tree’s delight.
For she dances with the wind,
Whimsical, beneath the starry blue sky.

My tree,
She’ll be here evermore
While I hold my gaze to hers.
Watching her stumble in the brightness of the day.
Watching her sway in the moonlit night.
I will always watch over her.
She is my pleasant haunting,
My favourite tree.