A Tree's Life

Withering winter branches,

Sprawl and drip like cracks,

Bare bark upon the trees,

Behind the rocks in stacks.

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Shimmering Spring blossoms,

Drape and trace like a shawl,

Alluring for the animals,

Amidst the caw and call.

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Hollow and still,

Cold and without breath,

Daunting and tall in the air,

Where trickles and mouths are met.

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The flutter leaves spread,

And fall in summer heat,

Carried away on the heavy stream,

Soothingly washing your feet.

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After years worth of weeks,

The buds struggle and sprout,

Coming to regale passersby,

Soon to flourish and flout.

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They stand there still,

As when the stones were placed,

And they'll stand forever after,

We and the stones are displaced.

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