The Tree

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    The Tree

    She stand alone, both tall and true
    THe perfect picture of solitude
    the soul of a woman encase in bark
    with limbs that moves in a majestic arc

    Alone she's faced the storms of life
    the wind and rain and disease and strife
    others gave up but no not she and
    theres she stands for all to see
    she's had her share of troubles and woes
    but she made it through and still she grows
    and like her too I still stand tall
    though life beat me I will not
    it might throw punches I may take a blow
    but in the end I to shall grow
    each storm I weather increases my strength
    and beneath this skin my souls to thank
    the elm and I we know what to do
    we count on ourselfs to make it through

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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