This is for you humble castle, beautiful succour and living citadel,
You whose roots are soft seats; you who shelter ants, mushrooms and birds,
Your leaves are shield from rain, you are a friend to all that may come
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As we read through, let’s remember to play our role in protecting Earth’s vegetation and trees.
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