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I am

I am a tree.
My roots rest in balanced soil.
My leaves turn up to recieve the sun’s power.
My knarled bark tells my story,
holds tales of my sorrows and joys.
I am a tree.
I will reach my whole life upwards,
stretching for the sky.
My canopy will shelter you,
any who need a home.
And when I reach the end of my days
I will fall, go back to the earth
where I began, providing
for a new generation
for the next tree.

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