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The tree outside the window pane
Stands strong and firm, sound and sane
I often wonder if it may dread
Upcoming storms and others dead
Does it ponder an apocalypse
Or cringes at a chain saw's lisp
Will it stand it's ground in wind and rain
Or bend and bow to take the strain
When the earth is dry does it gird its waist
Or will it weep and thirst for waters taste
When buildings fall to time's prevail
Does death its boughs rack and rail

And while I think about this tree
I wonder if it thinks of me.

-Me
2002 (in Dr. Andrews boring as hell Speech class)