Tree Thing

Each tree is a story
The Standing for decades void of glory


Swaying gently in the breeze
Bracing for winters freeze


Year after year through the season change
Limbs and branches rearranged


Only when it’s cut for timber
Do they count its rings and remember 


How tall and luxuriant it used to stand
Languishing seasons with no helping hands


Necessary for the air we breath
Oxygen, storing carbon released through leaves


Provides food and shelter beauty brings
Life would be difficult if trees were not a thing

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