Beyond the darkest shadow lives a tree.
Lurking in, all control of you and me.
She has been there for many, many years.
Not only just any tree is what she appears.
She was made with love until a dark cloud struck her with hate.
Beautiful storms were her passing fate.
Now she stands there in the darkness alone.
Oh has her gloomy days have grown.
Passing by this tree in the woods, you can feel the pain it holds.
The rotted tree barks are falling but still the appearance stood so bold.
One day it's time will come to say goodbye
This old aging tree will someday die.
It still stands, it still stares, all it takes is for someone to care.
This tree alone but not scared..
Bold from the leaves to the stump to the roots where it grew.
Bold for it's standing still, from the depth to its truth.
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