At first, he seems as an Oak
Sturdy and Simple
Undeniably pleasant and majestic
yet somehow plain and unexciting
His leaves turn and he plunges into winter
Soon it is clear that he is not an Oak at all
Now he appears as a Paper Birch
pale and mysterious
his layers of bark peel away
revealing a more subtle beauty
Spring awakens his bright green buds
and he is no longer a ghostly Image
his true form is that of a Balsam Fir
Obscure and beloved
Inhale his legend
Be at peace














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