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White Maple Silver Elm
A tree stood tall beside the lane,
Its roots dug deep below the ground,
Around it grew the bushes wide,
While storms were brewing all around.
The wind howled loud, the branches bent,
But still the tree held firm and proud,
Its bark was cracked, its limbs were white,
The storm had wrapped it like a shroud.
It did not fall, though others swayed,
Its strength was calm and reassured,
No wind or ice or prevailing winds,
Could harm what nature had endured.
No hands from farms or nonfarm lands
Could shape such power, tall and free.
And when the storm had passed away,
Still standing strong—there stood the tree.