She stands beside the rivers edge
With open arms she makes a pledge
To gather up the wayward winds
And hold them in her spindled limbs
Her greenery is turning brown
Her head has lost its gilded crown
And yet, she roots in deeper still
The goddess tree has her own will.
The Self-Help Whisperer® 
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