A Tree that saw

Let my fleshy creases lament on nature's symphony

For a shepherds boy was lulled to sleep

Once I harbour life abound, and like a mother grieve for another.

I am the tree that saw, and sawed down for looking over life.

Bearing labours of another I do shelter, a barren farmer's wife with a stranger.

As I lie entangled in bodice, I hum on nature's orchestra.

Sometimes in life, sometimes without life.
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