The tree sways in time, endless and beautiful.
This tree has been here for years and for years to come,
And to everyone, it bares its fruit.
Yet, for me it saves something special.
I pick at its fruit, and relish in its shade.
Leaning against it, taking comfort in loving it,
I fall for this tree, this kindred spirit
The all knowing and always within reach tree
I wish to spread its majesty so I take its seed and sow it
But for me it does not grow.
What is this tree?
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