Its arms outstretched the young tree beckoned,
to the wayward bird, to the lonely bee.
I've shelter here, a home for you,
and soon nectar, fruit, and seeds.
Come and live within my branches,
fill my trunk, as I grow new leaves.
For autumn left me naked,
and winter brought a bitter freeze.
I cry with each spring shower,
for fresh and verdant life.
Please come within these arms of mine,
and bring your warmth and life.
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