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The Tree

The limbs, the branches, the old and the new.

The trunk the body, the base the knees.

The roots our strength.

Searching through our soil we find our secrets,deep.

Each leaf a  soul, each vein a life.

The sap our tears, the rustle our laughter loud, the groans our growth, the whispered wind hiding our fears.

Swaying gently to weather our own storms.

Reaching to the sun to develop our dreams.

Under the stars to fold together as one each night.

You, me, all of us, our family tree.

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