branches spread, I look up staring upon natural beauty
like a lover drawn to his bride I am drawn to you.
How were you made? Are you older than I?
Your beautiful verdant leaves spread abroad
crown you like jewels in a noble lady’s crown.
Looking at you soothes my soul and makes me forget
the noise all around me. I am at rest under you.
You are quite the treasured gift to me.
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