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| rhin |
(to the huge old, maple tree next to my house) I hear you swaying in the wind as I silently listen to your branches brush each other like a thousand creaky doors - some young and some old. Even though I can only make out your shape as you stand silhouetted by the street light, the chatter you make paints an extremely detailed image. I sense your strength, your wisdom from age, and the imposing power that you have over the little things around you. Tonight...you have a lot to say. I am listening and you know that I am yours. I just want you to know that you don't have to try so hard. |
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