The Simple Sap


I love to be

I be to love

I am a tree

From skies above


Hear my leaves

Fall right here

My words will weave

Please sit near:


Though much I bear

I do not know

My roots I tear

Longing to grow


A wooden way

Left behind

Men turn grey

None can find


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