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Grandfather Tree
I climb into your twisted arms
-"Touch the sky, child of the earth"

You are so firm and hold me tightly
Yet I grasp and need security

Your touch is cool
And brings me peace

I squeal with joy for the world is my toy
Though I am just a boy with a bird's eye view

I thank you quietly
As I step softly

Lest I break your tender branches


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