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In
trees I see
the life of me,
whose growth began
from simple seed
Soon branching out
in rows of leaves,
then rising high
as limbs can reach
The tree matures
strong as can be,
till it reaches peak
maturity
As years go by
drops its green leaves,
eventually
its life recedes
It was the cycle
of the tree,
that brought this idea
home to me
While life is short
still I did succeed,
the tree indeed
the same as me.
© d.knape
May 5, 2015
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