Standing Tall

Gnarled and weather beaten I stand,

As tall and erect as I can muster,

The swirling winds, fiendish at hand,

Will change course, lack luster,

Obliged to bow to my steadfast will,

I heal; back to my bejewelled self, anon,

Adorned with green foliage, dressed to kill,

Laden with blossoms, enchanting, soon, a magical dawn.

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