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Drink me, through your eyes,Into your heart,
Said the spirit of the tree I was admiring,
Standing proudly before me,
All of a thousand years and climbing.

In this moment, rooted to the same spot,
Mentaly measuring the girth,
Makeing sence of its years,a seedling,
In the days of my great 9x grandfathers birth.

Little human, in the blink of an eye,
Your great 9x grandchild may stand, like you,
Admiring me, in silence and wonder,
Or will my kind still be? Will yours'?
Both of us, but a memory of thunder!