The Neem tree

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In the middle of the courtyard there is a Neem tree.
Many tender hearts cling to its roots
And many tears are shed under its shadow
It's shadow is unwavering through flickering Time
Time as determined as Life is fickle:
That throbs sometimes above
And sometimes below the green grass.

You're twice as deep as you are tall
As dark beneath as green above
As warm beneath as cool above
As alive beneath as alive above.

What secrets are smuggled
Through that impregnable barrier?
What wisdom makes you stand so sure?

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