
In the arms of the tree, whispers of the past,
A haven of hope where spirits run free.
Branches stretch out like arms, wide and free,
A tapestry woven where memories last.
A place to show my work

In the arms of the tree, whispers of the past,
A haven of hope where spirits run free.
Branches stretch out like arms, wide and free,
A tapestry woven where memories last.
Lovely ❤
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