From the roots it rises from the ground like a unshakable pillar of strength. A tower above all other plant life and a magnificent sight to behold. Clothed in luscious greenery of mother nature it soothes the hearts and the minds of the many. It endures forever... summer, autumn, winter then spring. Leaves come and leaves fall... Like the meteorite showers across the serene night skies of navy blue. Make a wish would we? As we lay below the huge crown that shelters us from the glaring sun and gentle orange leaves come raining upon our heads as soft as a mother's touch as would on a child.
On this ground we grow our roots; from this air we all breathe from; from the water that falls from the sky like manna from heaven on a desert land... Great tree arc... what am I?
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