Alright Universe, you win. I am but a tree on the shore.
Far from home having leapt from a cliffside.
Drifting for moons and moons and moons, before finally seeing shore.
I feel you shore, just hold me close before I am washed back out to sea.
Good morning sunshine, sweet daylight.
Alright Universe, I concede.
I am Tree.
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