Aspen
To my beloved sister
Who is so dear to me
Your presence is but a whisper
In this Georgia breeze
The wind blows
And ruffles your leaves
Yet you continue to grow
Beautiful tree
You are covered in snow
And surrounded by skis
Yet you continue to grow
Beautiful tree
Water flows
As if from the sea
Yet you continue to grow
Beautiful tree
No radiant glow
From the sun beams
Yet you continue to grow
Beautiful tree
Aspen, you must know
You mean the world to me
I hope you continue to grow
Beautiful tree
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