The pine
Is ageless,
Locked in an eternal dance
With the wind.
Its knowledge
Is as old
As it is powerful.
It sees,
It knows,
It guides,
Taking seedlings
Under its wing,
Providing a tour
Through the orchards of
Learning,
Love,
Life.
When the tree falters,
Its students
Will carry on,
Grow,
Change,
Alter the path of history,
And the course of time.
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