The Sitting Tree

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In the waning days of January.

A most distinguished group of three

Sat at a table beneath a tree

And discussed it all in every degree.

 

Asked the first to the three,

“Can you not see,

That this simple tree

Writes such poetry,

With a cold winter’s plea

And springtime jubilee?”

 

“I quite disagree,”

Said the next of the three

“I think that this tree

Is just chemistry

And biology

That allows life to be,

As nature’s laws decree.”

 

“I cannot agree,”

Said the last of the three

“With either blatant malarkey,

For I know the tree

Is but industry,

Fuelling our economy.”

 

And thus sat the three

Who could look but not see

Beneath an old tree

In January.

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