Ode to Trees (yes… trees)

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Are the most human-like of all lively things
Cut it
It bleeds
Pouring it’s life out from its flesh like bark
It scars
Wrinkles as it ages
Bows as it matures
Absorbs and reflects
The environment its reared in
Groans and bends
When faced with strong and uncontrollable forces
Eventually, it out grows its boundaries
Snaps under pressure
Provides shelter for those who seek comfort against its sturdy frame.

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