The spirit inside the tree
Is full of unrest.
She thinks I have come
To take away her host.
Instead I embrace the tree,
And the branches are tickling
The trunk is thick and full of love.
Then I see a sapling.
A tree, who in time,
Could grow mountains high,
But for now it is young
With dreams to soar and fly.
Deep in the foliage,
A sapling I found.
Its mother tree then led it away
Away without a sound.
Zilker Elementary
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