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The Gracious Tree

Standing tall and stately Stretching to the sky With blowing green locks Whispering boughs It’s bosoms cradled the nests While the birds sang In sheer happiness. As I passed by the gracious tree Which bowed in courtesy Its boughs waved in reply I rest in its shade Absorbing its perpetual greenness. Two decades have passed.Continue reading “The Gracious Tree”