Sweet tree —

You called out to me

With your many elderly open arms

Being so welcoming.

I was overcome!

Each day I visited you;

Felt your warm smile

And fierce inner strength.

How can I, too,

Be so worn

Yet with an aging beauty

Like yours?


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