Here I stand, in the aftermath of my birth,
I will slowly rise up upon the Earth.

My branches reach out and touch her splendor,
And bear her fruit, succulent and tender.

Many a traveler will find rest in my shade,
And marvel at beauty, divinely made.

I bear the scars of true love, carved into in my bark.
I’ve watched as my forest turned into a park.

I have been a witness to the passing of time,
To dark ugly deeds and beauty sublime.

Here I stand, as I witness a sapling birth,
Then slowly I return, back to the Earth.

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