Swaying branches in the wind,
lower your boughs and let me in.
Oh, lovely limbs, whisper softly to me.
Laugh in my wake and sing in my sleep.
Laughing boughs, share my pain.
Shelter me close from the rain.
Weep with me in times of woe,
and within my tears you, too, shall grow.
Loving arms, embrace my breath.
Hold it tight and protect me from death.
Laughing boughs in the breeze,
taste my sorrow, oh mighty trees.
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