IMMORTAL— TREE 



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Think you no soul dwells in a tree 



No soul such as of you or me, 



No hfe that pulses 'neath 



The bark and rough 



'Neath all that hard exterior 



And woody stutf 



That is immortal — 



Tree, 



That hfts its arms to God 



To worship in the great cathedral 



Of the sky and sod. 



Think you the winds 



That beat upon its breast 



Strange music 



Of a wordless tongue; 



Nay, these are hymns 



That have reverberantly sung 



Through ages 



Ever since the world begun. 



A tree may die; 



No less for such as these 



Still linger its immortal memories. 



A separation of the wood from wood 



Cannot dissolve such brotherhood. 



Linked through the bondage 



Of transcendent years 



Such dissolution 



Would but to release 



Its soul. 



Through physical demise. 



And we shall feel 



And know. 



Both you and I, 



What there has been 



Of immortahty 



That dwells within 



This silent understanding friend. 



Whose death can never 



Friendship end. 



Whose memory lingers long 



With you and me; 



Such is the immortality 



Of just a tree. 



— Rebecca Anthony. 



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