This simple thing seemingly forgotten
So taken for granted and overlooked
Nature’s stunning beauty represented
In every root, branch, flower, and nook
Crooked and gnarled as it stretches
Reaching out for mysteries unseen
Rough and rugged beauty grasping
Seeking knowledge in where it’s been
It envies the bird for its lofty flight
As it is cursed to stand forever still
Baring witness to all that surrounds
Then left alone in darkened icy chill
It sees the owl and covets it’s wisdom
Hears the lark and wishes to also sing
Seeing not the stunning beauty grown
And the uniqueness only it can bring
It is present when the Gods are crying
At hand as fire lights the morning sky
Rooted deep in loamy earthen reality
Unknowingly strong, infinitely high
It’s blossoms open and scent the air
While the world around goes ever on
Sweet aroma from such sturdy timber
Such tender grace from twisted brawn
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