My skin, it turned to bark
And my ears they turned to leaves
My arms they were the branch
And my legs the trunk and sleeve
I felt my eyes grow dark
But a light there to believe
Shone my inward lark
And Sung on in the eves
I became a tree
I planted myself down
In earth and in the park
A budding swirling crown
Blossoming
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