The tree painted green with moss,

An ancient, rising, albatross.

Its feathered winded wings did rustle,

Amidst the rattle of leery thistle.

And in the forest glen did grow,

This albatross with eyes aglow,

Of faeries and of fire flies,

That in the feathered leaves did rise.

Giving grace to branches reaching,

Into darkness, sunbeams breaching,

This ancient albatross.

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