The Simple Sap

Location

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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