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Thick, far reaching, immense Roots digging deep, bark breaking
They call it “red” wood.
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Rain beats down upon my leavesPitter, patter, until each drop shatters
A stream of life gathers in my weave
Making it hard not to reprieve
All until the sky becomes dry
No more pitter, patter until I begin to cry
Revive the water to drop a little longer
My branches spare just enough to share
Down below, where my roots grow low
The quivering returns from heights far beyond the clouds
As long as I am able
I will do all I can to keep this earth stable.
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