Compose a poem from the perspective of an old, wise tree in a forest.
Trees have been around for centuries, bearing witness to the evolution of the world and its inhabitants. They are silent spectators to countless generations of life. Envision how such a tree would describe the scenes it has witnessed and how it feels about the events occurring around it. What stories would it tell about the generations of birds that nested in its branches, or the lovers who inscribed their initials in its bark?
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