Little tree,
you are not more than
three leaves
But you lived where hundreds fell
from one single fruit
all your siblings are gone
You hold much potential,
a long lived variety
known for making excellent bow-wood
and fruit adept at chasing away spiders
You'll grow twisted and knotted
at your own pace
And one day
strange knobby fruit
will grace your limbs
and your children will spring forth
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