Preserve me:
I have the wisdom of years
Nurture me:
I am the essence of life
Honour me:
I am the will behind growth
Strong are my roots,
Robust my trunk,
flexible are my branches,
Numerous my leaves,
Delicate my flowers
I grant you shade,
I offer you sustenance,
I deliver you aesthetic rapture,
I give you life -
I watch as you tear down my kith and kin
And I cry for them; I cry for myself,
Mostly, I cry for you and the ignorance you display.
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