I do not want to speak a word
People can come and talk to me their stories
I do not want to give any suggestion
They can just share their ideas
I will give them shade
They can come and lie down
I will bear my fruits
Those who want them will take away
Some dogs will come and pee on me
I will love them anyway
Someday, someone will come and cut me down
to build whatever they want to
(hopefully not a wall but a bridge, but what can I say?)
And I can still offer my stump.
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