This pine is willful
It will not grow
Tucked in a crevice
Centuries ago
Battered by winds
And crushed by snow
It does not know
What pines should know
It does not reach
For dizzy heights
But hugs the earth
To pass its nights
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This pine is willful
It will not grow
Tucked in a crevice
Centuries ago
Battered by winds
And crushed by snow
It does not know
What pines should know
It does not reach
For dizzy heights
But hugs the earth
To pass its nights
That was adorably tragic.
Forgive me: but I think you mean "crevice" or "crevasse" and the possessive is "its" (no apostrophe.)
You are forgiven, if I am. Thanx