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This poem may sound pretty babyish, but I wanted to write something short ans simple, and this is what came to me.
Oh tree, little tree,
my heart does envy you;
who is there to greet the sun,
and grasp the morning's dew.
Whose friendly shadow
gently cloaks the weary,
and whose leaves bring life
to the landscape so dreary.
Standing firm through passing years,
but your song begins to fade,
as your shadow lets in more light
diluting your gentle shade.
Your life is now all but gone,
for your time is through;
oh tree, tall tree,
how I feel for you.
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