Olive Tree
Wow...this olive tree set me free.
By doing something so simple yet powerful;
Getting and on my knees or simply standing and stretching my arms up high, I send my praise and requests
This olive tree keeps me well oiled, day and night, day night, without it I'll run dry.
How could I go with out my lovely olive tree?
I am no longer bound, but I am free.
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