The tree in front
has become gaunt
with leaves drying
branches breaking
slowly losing its hold
still standing bold
though tottering
and twisting
when wind blows fierce
then resuming cheers
when there is calm
spreading its balm
under a wide canopy
now looking very shaky
yet it looks beautiful
wholesome and plentiful
having lived its age
with the feel of a sage.
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