12th July 2020

The trees appear so very tall
Silent witnesses to passing moments, 
Each bough and needle numbering 
The days  I have watched them grow.

I envy the tips their twists and turns
Concealing their true age and girth,
 Masking a few years of growth 
With cunning cosmetic subterfuge.

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