My branches are old and worn
but they will always hold you.
My leaves are battered and torn
but they'll always shelter you.
My trunk may be coarse and thick
but it'll always support you.
My thorns may have a sharp prick
but they'll always defend you.
My roots may be deep and tied
but they'll always anchor us.
My reach may be high and wide
but I won't lose sight of us.
My forests will always home
the hungry hearts of the wild
with many trees we're not alone
and the soily earth is our child.
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