Climbing Tree
There's a climbing tree in a
forest far beyond the city lights.
It bellows and sighs
when the moonlight is high.
The ground so soft and
the trees so green.
They glow so bright
like the suns radiant beam.
The tree sags and sways
in its decaying faze.
But when the light touches it;
I can't help but gaze!
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