A bare tree
Stands rugged
In a forest
Bordered
With its brothers.
The summer sun
Reflecting upon it
The wrinkled memories
And crackling experiences
Hidden in the dark
Of its peeling
Bark ridden skin.
The branches
Of its years
Climbing
To the sky
Yet discouraged
With every
Stale gust
Of wind
Swaying them
Back
To the past.
Rooted
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To the ground
With hard labor
Perseverance
And its inner strength
Fighting
Outer weather.
An owl's hole
A bird's nest
Newborn squirrels
Snatching its chestnuts
The tree
Is now
A forest
Home
To new generations
And old families.
Its growth
Will never
Cease to
Continue
Toward the future
And the sky.
A bare tree
Stands rugged.
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