You ask what it looked like,
You aske when it all began.
This tree has stood a life time.
A life time since time began.
Never questioning the day or night.
Even the year it all began.
The tree has stood a life time.
A twig shoved into the ground.
The seasons nor the weather.
Did he ever complain.
This tree has stood a life time.
The sights he has seen roll them back again.
Is there a limit to what he can endure.
His maker has his soul to prove,
This tree has stood a life time.
If he can then why can't we?
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