A tree is a tree, life taken in season.
Adapting, Changing, Shedding, Growing.
Straight or crooked, its value unchanged.
Truer beauty none, forever undefined.
No tree has ever asked to be special.
Nor aspired to be something it's not.
There is no jealousy betwixt apple or orange.
No mocking amidst cedar or oak.
Though winds and rain may beat upon it, it proudly stands its ground.
Content to rely on the great mother’s gifts to reach up toward the heavens.
Mighty, wise, and elegant, it towers above us all.
Silent giants with lessons many if we heed their sagacious call.
Teaching those who come before them: What it means to be oneself.
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