A Tree

It's free Being a tree My needs Come to me I move only with the wind And bend my arms to him He tells me secret things Of life beyond the leaves Of a girl, he brings to me A picnic under a tree The years go on I grow Ever larger, taller,
More imposing
Still, he visits me
A tree important to he
One day a child appears
To frolic in my shed leaves
It's nice to have them near
It's nice to be a tree
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