In response to WDYS #248 posted by Sadje at Life After 50 for Women
Come with me
said the face in the aged tree
Come to where the wind always blows
where your feet never leave the warm soil
Come with me
said the girl to the aged tree
Come see the sites in the busy city
where cars jostle for stops and spots
Upon your branches she did crawl
up to the top and every single twig
Upon your branches did she fall
where she lives within you now evermore
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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