Poetry

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The tree.

It watches.

It knows.

It feels. 

Each raindrop.

Each sun ray.

The dust that blows.

The bird’s wings.

The butterflies.

The bees.

I watch the tree 

Interact 

With all of these beings.

Am I at it’s back?

Does it watch the sunset 

While feeling the presence of me?

Its branch bows to the wind.

The cows bellow in the distance.

And I stand alone

But not really

Because there 

Is 

A

Tree.

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