TreeTree. How you stand alone whistling in the wind.

Whispering of where your roots begin.

With out-stretched branches you catch the rays of glory.

Moved by the silence of the stillness, then whisked in gentle breeze.

Magnificent history, love capturing story.

Tree. Your roots trace for water and you yield life and beauty.

Living source you plug into. Nothing can distort you.

Tree. Be. Grow. Free.

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