Long ago when thine sire picked me on road seeing me alone...
Since years ago when thine sire tucked me in his pocket seeing me aloof, I cherished his homage.
Thine grown from a seedling to sapling by his care of nurture...
Thine browned from a fledgling to sterling silver's price by his flair of nature...
In the hugs and warmth of greenish glossy leaves...
Amidst the bugs and girth of brownish brassy trunks, I resided in peace.
The lad in glee parted me from the huge tree...
The lad in melee greeted me from the refuge spree..
I jumped and sulked at the blink of cloudy gloom masked by the lad...
But thine enthralled when thine sire rescued with a tinge of glad!!!
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