The old pickup truck quietly
pulled up the drive
of the isolated home
on the hill.
Two shadowy figures emerged
with shovels and an axe.
The hole had to be
precisely the right size.
Unloading a burlap covered form
they placed it tenderly in the earth.
Another tree successfully planted.
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