A Day in the Life of a Tree
A Voice Of A Majestic Tree, Chronicling It's Experiences Through The Seasons, Witnessing The Changing World Around It.
A tree I am,
I stand tall, a sentinel of old
My roots dig deep, my branches unfold
The sun rises, and I stretch with grace
Drinking in its light, I find my place
The breeze whispers secrets, as leaves rustle free
A gentle melody, for all to see
Birds flit and flutter, in my shade they play
Their songs a chorus, to brighten up the day
The sun sets low, and I am bathed in gold
My limbs creak softly, as stories unfold
The stars appear, and I stand watchful still
A guardian of dreams, on the forest's hill....
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