Its bark a map, ringed with years

A silent host to nested wings.

It watched the seasons overlap

And whispered tales the old wind sings.

It saw the hunter with his spear

Felt rumbling of the beasts' hooves.

Then fields were cleared and homes began to rise

All reflected in its ancient, knowing eyes.

The lovers carved their vows within its skin

The weary sought sh...

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