I love trees that make flowers,
And trees that make homes.
Trees with red leaves,
And trees with buds soft as kittens.
I love pieces of trees found floating or beached.
I even love trees that aren't really trees, but are taller than me.
But I think most of all, I love old trees. The ones that leaves
have long forgotten.
With gnarly, knotted limbs, tall and stark, majestic.
Even though life is leaving them, they do not leave us.
They change form but stay long after they've had their last breath,
sentinels of the forest and the wildlife within.
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