The legend

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Along the meadow ,

Clambers the shadow.

For years has been there,

Unlikely to restore
any care.

Blooming flowers though
it bear ,

Ripened fruits
it would rear.

Birds nestle aboard ,

Sweet voice have
they crowned .

Crooked and twisted
over fight ,

Never shook off
from might .

Fresh breeze enlightens
a dance;

Whilst wild wind
commences a war.

Tranquility of
every being,

Sought to be it's
scene .

The legendary tree.

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