It took so many years to get this tall, so many branches growing from his roots,
he never mourned his place though, always bending with the wind.
So many storms producing scars, gnarls and knots with bark
now forever etched, but he can still smile, especially
in the spring, and he prays to this day
for the young couples
as they walk by
hand in hand.
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