Old Moon Tree

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Ancient tree, weathered and wise,
Beneath the moonlit sky it lies,
Its branches gnarled, its trunk so stout,
A sentinel, standing firm, throughout.
Through cycles of the moon's bright glow,
It has stood tall, watching the show,
Witnessing the changing tides of time,
Its leaves rustling with tales sublime.
Its bark tells stories of ages past,
Of lunar phases, shadows cast,
Of stars that danced upon its leaves,
And moonlit secrets it perceives.
Its roots run deep, anchored in the ground,
A connection to the Earth profound,
Drawing strength from the lunar glow,
As it stands tall, a moonlit tableau.
Oh, old moon tree, a lunar sentinel,
A witness to the moon's eternal cycle,
You stand in silence, under moon's embrace,
A reminder of time's ephemeral grace.