oh gnarled girdled guardian of the forest
how gracefully your branches graze the sky
a gurgling brook sings to you.
grizzled miners have marched by searching for gold
gnomes have danced at your feet each full moon
Goldilocks has hidden behind your grandiose trunk
Guard us from our greedy ways,
there is no glory grabbing for gaudy accessories.
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Captures the feeling of an old-old tree. Don't know when you have time to sit still and be poetically deep. Good for you and good for your readers.
Ah yes, to be poetically deep. Well, it takes at least five minutes per day before I brush my teeth and go to bed. ; )
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