a tree
I once was a
tree,
all alone in a field
My branches were long,
my leaves would
fall.
Dark brown was my trunk
which served as a shield,
from bitter white cold
and blistering
sun.
Everyday I stood tall,
motionless
but always in motion.
I saw the world turn around me,
clouds kissing the
mountains,
wind floating the
birds,
I kept silent and
listened.
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