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Based on my poem, The Memory of Trees
Once a noble titan stood,
unyielding in the breeze,
within this gnarled and weathered wood,
the memory of trees.
A home perhaps of denizens,
all nestled in its leaves,
and tiny sprouts of moss, and snouts,
found richness neath the eaves.
Within the gentle earth below,
mycelium share these...
tales of ancient living wood,
the memory of trees.