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My landmark tree:
a quiet relic in the front yard,
a trunk of old memories,
dressed in roots, fungi, and faith.
She may no longer grow,
but she still gives —
shade to the heat,
shelter to the climbers,
a home for whatever needs her.
Some things don’t bloom anymore,
yet they carry life on their shoulders
as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
There is beauty
in what survives —
even when the world thinks it shouldn’t.
DJFP
