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The ancient tree

An ancient tree stands there with unstated reason
Her skeleton stubborn, but aware of what must happen
From out of her branches, leaves will sail boldly with the wind
Landing in the distance, never again hearing
The steady rustlings of those they left behind.

I would like to catch a leaf, before it hits the ground
I would like to be a thief, and steal its lonely sound

From this sound I'd hear a tune, a-deep inside of me
It's the echo of hearts, above the moon, in leafy harmony

To play these notes with reverie, so all the world can hear
For once the ancient tree could be, with all her children near.

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