She was born way back
She’s not living in a shack
And her back oddly shaped
Not like all the other caves
I pass by everyday
Not noticing her ’til today
She stood there with a slouch
That would never go away
You can tell she’s tired
Always being out the way
No one cared no one sees
How large the veins she bares
I’ve seen worse I suppose
Those aortas without shoes
But she stands with a stance
That is helpful any who
Where she lives there’s an ooze
Smell so pungent worse than booze
Wonder if there’s respect
She is old you would expect
She’s deformed yet tough
Stay strong old tree life is rough
Drink the water under ground
Summer’s here your shade be found
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