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The Wishing Tree
By: Eve Estelle
A single tree stands tall and stately;
Its branches bow from the weight of wishes,
Of which there's been many lately.
On threads of silk, yarn, and rope they hang,
These cards containing dreams;
They dangle in the gentle winds,
And reveal some common themes.
From far and wide these wishes come,
None too big or small;
Through pouring rain or the frigid cold,
Someone's always there;
Made of paper but filled with hope,
These cards are hung with care.