Remember that tree we used to climb
Held up by the hardened ground and time
Even through the stormiest weather
The base of it still stayed together
When younger trees grew up around it
It still stood tall just like we found it
Its drained branches are now old and worn
Its gray moss and bark faded and torn
It reminds me of our strong, weathered bond
And when we leave, this tree will carry on
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