Part of the interconnected forest,

Standing tall, stands a tree,

Flourishing, above the canopy,

Purple flowers bloom the sweetest fruit,

Bushes of leaves, flowing vines, down, to her root,

From the harshest sun, to the deepest flood,

How to deal with this, is understood,

In such weather she can help those below,

Shading the sun, easing the storms blow,

Allowing young saplings to grow into there own strong tree,

Them too, now flourishing, above the canopy.


Do trees that fall in the woods make a sound?

Always, as this tree has an ear to the ground.


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