Oh to see the sun in mornOn hills of old though weather scorn
Shade trees wave their arms, so free
And stand so bold in front of me
Oh such whispers my wondering ears
Revealing secrets of so many years
Oh bold and wise one, so free
I feel your secrets speak to me
We are so like, you and I
As we stand and watch the world go by
Yet you are poise and stand your ground
And my impatience holds me down
The time has come for me to go
And I will try to take it slow
Thank you for helping me to mend
Oh tallest tree I call my friend
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