The tree has been here longer than anyone else.
It has seen many people come and go,
all of them different, all of them playing out their parts.
Many have come here to sit under its branches when it was time to think.
It has glimpsed their innermost thoughts
they're like sparkling pieces of light,
even the thoughts the people think of as downbeat.
To the tree they are an incandescent display,
whirling and twirling around each other.
That's why it stands real still when people are nearby.
It's rapt up in the sheer spectacle
and too wrapped up in wonder
to wander about
or chatter.
Pity though,
the people would probably love to watch it move,
and to hear what it has to say.
It has seen many people come and go,
all of them different, all of them playing out their parts.
Many have come here to sit under its branches when it was time to think.
It has glimpsed their innermost thoughts
they're like sparkling pieces of light,
even the thoughts the people think of as downbeat.
To the tree they are an incandescent display,
whirling and twirling around each other.
That's why it stands real still when people are nearby.
It's rapt up in the sheer spectacle
and too wrapped up in wonder
to wander about
or chatter.
Pity though,
the people would probably love to watch it move,
and to hear what it has to say.
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