Tall and bare I stand
Uniquely proud, so very grand whilst gentle fingers uncurl me and point my branches towards eternity as wonderous decoration clings to my limbs Outward evidence of festivity Literal positivity follows spiritual trinity and I feel them looking upon me with wide eyes and wider smiles and I know that here is my home the place I ought to be Where once I stood amongst my own underneath the nightly stars and now those stars surround my bones as my duty warms my heart.
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