Gnarled
Oh, worn and twisted, gnarled old tree-
such lovely art in you, I see.
Your huge limbs curve and intertwine
in rhythmic motion by design.
Your crooked, tortured, ragged stance
presents a vision to enhance
this sculptured beauty you amassed
by feat of nature, unsurpassed.
Rough-hewn, contorted, ragged, bent-
you stir an art of motion sent
to eyes that can appreciate
such balance from a tangled state.
You pull me in with outstretched arms
to love the beauty of your charms.
Though rocky, gnarled, and rugged be-
you are so beautiful to me.
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