I grow on my own
I spread like a weed
I let pools of water
Sit next to my feet
I ripe without fuss
I flower with ease
I watch every season
Sprout stories on me
Bound into verses
By poets of yore
Lived through the chapters
Of legend and lore
You picture me tall
You picture me bent
You picture me spread
From end to an end
In sunlight I shimmer
In twilight I swoon
My tales can be told
Under a full moon
Who am I?
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