An Invitation Long have I grown this way with you in mind; That you may climb up into my boughs, Rest, And find peace. I have so much to tell you– So much for you to learn. There are friends to meet; Like the birds, The squirrels, And the bees. There are secrets to be shared– Secrets of the earth; Her memories, And her hidden places. And then there are new memories to be made; Memories between you and me in the here and now. So, come and wile away your time with me; For I have centuries upon centuries to share with thee.
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