The tree stands firm
its eyes can not see
but experience gentle, sometimes
furious rain and wind.
The tree, from its branches,
hangs wind chimes
and child’s swing,
tolerant of surroundings.
Generous tree, filtering
colors, spreading shade
over the garden, bench
next to the trunk.
The grandparents sit
under the tree to read
or chat or quiet their hearts
whispering sunset.
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