Here is a tree older than the forest itself
The years of its life defy reckoning.
It’s roots have seen the upheavals of hill and valley,
It’s leaves have known the changes of wind and frost.
The world laughs at its shoddy exterior
And cares nothing for the fine grain of the wood inside.
Stripped free of flesh and hide,
All the remains is the core of truth.
—Han-shan
Tang Dynasty poet
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