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The Lone Branches

By Ayden Denver Fernandes


A tree gives life,

Why bring a knife.

A tree gives fruit,

Why cut its root.


Alone and isolated,

Where it should be.

A tree can live a life,

Just as free.


Slowly and surely,

There wont be many.

And people will live a life,

To tell a tale about a Tree.


By Ayden Denver Fernandes


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