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I asked of a tree,
What it planned to be,
What future it desired.
The tree said to me,
If a poem I might be,
Then man would be truly inspired.

Time went along,
And the woods sang a song,
Trees were all turned to paper.
A poet walked by,
With his eyes in the sky,
And extracted that wish from the vapor.

The Tree is now a book,
Filled with beautiful verse,
This you might always remember.
A tree in the woods
And a book on the shelf,
Do themselves, hold the origin of splendor.

By Andrea Lippi