The tree, she grows
Branches out
Transforms
Uninhibited by space
Free to choose
She molds her shape
Her desire
Leaves or cones, in time
They darken and fall
But no less is she
Beautiful
Dynamic
In truth
She stands strong
Unyielding.

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