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bear rubbed his rear against the trunk
banging head on low branch: k-thump,
now mystified for he had just awoken
he wanted some outgrowth as a token,

you do not want to claw within me
whispered the tall black walnut tree,
long, long and long here have i stood
perchance only meant for piano wood,

tho many winds blow i am unswayed
today one elf sat beneath my shade,
cannot be hurt for my rings are inside
i tell you truly i have nothing to hide,

my roots are deep and verily strong
thereof myself; fruit i give for songs,
for years i have grown in this domain
honestly only needing quenching rain,

several boys used swords in a crusade
horse left upon my bark lily white mane,
a poetry reader beneath leaves of me
even gave a nickname; i'm the poetree,

the nature of squirrels laughter apropos
O carrion crow of death will come slow,
flames of the wildfire left me to survive
mourning doves accept a colourful sky,

humans of cognition see more than me
whilst others see only leaves in the way,
living in this forest woodland time spent
reaching up to a universal realm sapient,

as spring hummingbirds devise their plans
up high am i, far above rivers alluvial fan,
from coyotes rabbits run to meadows peak
therefore growls the bear: i hear you speak.

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