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Branches twist like locks of hair, intertwining and shaping like air-dried clay…
My roots reaching into the earth’s rich soil, deep, spread around like a web.
Standing stiffly, an aesthetically pleasing decoration to the eyes,
and rough to the touch, taking in, giving out.
Small sticky hands of children grasp my many arms,
scratching away at my bark and squishing the bugs that wander –
worried cries come my way as one of the many ‘insects’ slip and fall.
I am hazard that cannot warn… I must be left alone to live out my days.
For the remainder of my time I shall reach my highest peak,
 as well as accommodate the guests and children of nature
that soar and scatter; with my very carefree nature, I create serenity.