I used to reside alone, my branches hung low to my side. One night in the summer, a violent storm rolled in, filling the regional skies with light and booming noises. A young bird took shelter beneath my leaves. It sang a soft melody to comfort me all through the night. And although the bird has left my safehold, I now hold a new appreciation for the sunlight and the rainfall.
-A
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