There, Old Man Elm stands,
tall and proud,
upon his head,
a golden crown.
And at his feet,
the blades dance,
grass rippling in rhythm,
as if wishing to entrance.
And at his sides,
his arms reach skyward,
gnarled limbs in support of life itself,
leading nature onward.
There, Old Man Elm stands,
tall and proud,
so mighty and majestic,
yet making nary a sound.
Happy Fall guys! May your leaves be crunchy and your pumpkin spice lattes be pumpkin spice latte-y!
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