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One of Them 

To be one of the trees,

Mistaken for one of them.

Unnoticed in their midst,

They include me without thinking.

I grow tall,

Stretch down into the earth

Where my roots hold hands with theirs.

I'm just as still.

And silent.

Unless, caressing the wind,

We sigh and sway.

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