Crooked little evergreen
Growing up outside my window.
I've watched you from a seedling
In your struggle to be tall.
Weathering the passing seasons,
Never changing colors.
Disregarding winter,
Not bothering with fall.
Giving birth to like and kind,
Your lovely cones burst open
Gently nudged by wind and rain
To kiss the needled ground.
Stirring, stretching in the breezes,
Whispering a love song.
Sheltering, nurturing,
Peaceful hearts abound.
Some may deem your crooked branches
A sight too sore to see,
But I can see your character,
And you're beautiful to me.
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