The Tree


Branches and twigs strong and brown
In every direction no compass around
Leaves the color nature gives so freely
Swaying as the wind whispers ideally
Standing as the crowning glory of honor
Surrounded by others given to fawner
Many years old improving with age
Extrinsic beauty only God can stage

Niecy

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