Remember, remember oh tired November
Though all leaves have gone, hold fast to
The roots of the bark, and carve a hook
to tie with knots of promises, a Lender.
Its unending legs travel far beneath
the coiled thorns of weeds' teeth
And surpasses solid concrete
to ground its stand just to
withhold the weather.
The tree, so bold,
and yet fragile,
tells stories
untold.
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