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She is a shelter at noon & a cover at night
Her branches multiply as we do
We call her ‘mother’ & know her shade
Honoring her stillness with our own.

Now take your place in the soil
Be that unmovable force
Stand tall, mother of earth
Feel your roots shift the land

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