Within us lies the writer true,
Me, my Rose and even you.
Our words that flow from in our minds,
Are never very hard to find.
They’re charged with friendship true and strong,
They sing like a familiar song.
To bring a smile upon a face,
When again we meet in that familiar place.
The tree my friend as you defined,
Where thoughts will flow from childlike minds.
For all to know what we do share,
To live their lives without a care.
To fill the world with laughter loud,
Side by side where we stand proud.
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