Eden
A tree stands tall in a green paradise
Proud and independent of all support
This oak is free of sin and evil vice
This perfect image time does not distort
Time affects not, but nature has her wrath
Fire rages and gale force winds do blow
Strength and pride this tall oak no longer hath
Falling deftly towards cold dead earth below
A gracious gift given by a stranger
Keeps the tree from a definitive end
Denying the price imposed by nature
A helping hand a red maple does lend
The oak standing alone will surely fall
With support, it will never make landfall
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