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Before I fell asleep
I turned to see
Behind the trunk
Of my tree

I saw my rose
Growing as it should
The vines so high
Like only my rose could

I look up
And see my tree
As I looked at it
I was churning with glee

For there I saw
My tree had healed
All the leaves were back
As if its diedness was consealed

The tree so comfertable
entwined me into it
I looked to see
On the horizon the sun met

As the sun started to raise
I fell asleep
Tired from it all
I past out deep

As it becomes late morning
In the blue skys
The sun shined through my tree
The rays from so high

The tree of mine
It shines on sight
With the suns rays
It glitters bright...