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Old Chestnut Tree
Goodbye, old chestnut tree.
In 1944 you were the world to me.
You were all that I could see,
in Amsterdam - in hiding.
I watched you change seasonally,
as I prayed and held my breath.
You were my freedom and my hope.
I lived an eternity in 25 months
while you stood silent witness to it all.
But today, the wind and rain
and all those years
of pain, made you fall.
I was there for you in spirit.
You saw it all, old chestnut tree.
I was imprisoned as you watched free,
stationary, as they came for me.
Outside my window. A silent witness.