seemingly sagacious salamanders slide silently south so some should say

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great roots dig deeply into rich soils,
so sullenly winds do sweep through a gnarled branch,
new leaves shred a gust to a breeze.

a trunk a home a hallowed throne,
do babes sit in wait of their father's wing,
proudly he returns with spoils of the days flight,
mother cries out sharply breaking the silent drone.

whisper to me oh great silent man,
your arms do stretch slowly and your hardened heart,
speak to me in tones of old,
show your wisdom to a foolish man.