Tree so grand
My senses fill
Your strength is in
Just standing still.
And letting breeze
Run through your limbs,
So pliable
To nature's whims.
You awe the eyes
And stir the soul,
Yet mere applause
Is not your goal.
Instead you serve
To humble me,
And make me wish
To be like thee.
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