Anchored truth
Refused to lie
Soiled in a bed of rocks
Loyal roots a forbearance to be
Pure from blemish
Insures we breathe
Antidotes hidden in breeze
Tranquillity cries for all to dwell
A curiousitys tree
Can you see the forest in me
Faithful roots
Assures a breath
Before you die
A million seeds
Cannot lie
Manifests all eyes that see
A tree smiles love
Nature…she is very wise
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