You've been on this world longer than I,
In the same spot day in and day out.
At one point you were shorter than the grass around you,
But now, with your branches being taken softly by the wind,
You are stronger than most.
If you had eyes with which to see,
And a mouth with which to talk;
Oh the things you must have seen,
I'd want to hear them all.
But in silence you there stand.
As I touch the coarseness of your skin,
My tears seep to your winding roots.
Am I the first to have wept before you here?
Or have your leaves and branches of the past,
Been nurtured by the tears of those before me...
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3) A lone tree, standing on a hill, swaying in the breeze.
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-bows down-
I gladly step down midear, thou hast gewonnen.
I know that was a weeeeird mix of English/Old English/&German... ha ha.
But you get me. <3
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