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Beneath the sky's vast azure sweep, Stands an ash tree, old and deep.
Its knotted limbs, like storied scars, Whisper tales of ancient wars.
Roots entwined in earthen clutch, Grasping life, but not too much.
Leaves that dance with winds that roam, Rustling through its hallowed dome.
Bark that's furrowed, rough, and gray, Marks the passage of each day.
A sentinel of time and tide, In its shadow, secrets hide.
Majestic in its silent might, Bathed in dawn's first golden light.
The ash tree stands, both proud and free, A living monument to history.

Description
Beneath the sky's vast azure sweep, Stands an ash tree, old and deep.
Its knotted limbs, like storied scars, Whisper tales of ancient wars.
Roots entwined in earthen clutch, Grasping life, but not too much.
Leaves that dance with winds that roam, Rustling through its hallowed dome.
Bark that's furrowed, rough, and gray, Marks the passage of each day.
A sentinel of time and tide, In its shadow, secrets hide.
Majestic in its silent might, Bathed in dawn's first golden light.
The ash tree stands, both proud and free, A living monument to history.