Tree of Life
Looking up, I can see,
A splendor known only to me,
Green leaves and branches of old,
Crawling beetles, and a little mold.
Branches bend, and leaves fall down,
The ground is red and green and brown.
The color livens the darkening sky,
And a lingering sparrow catches my eye.
The branches have now become bare,
A loitering sparrow has now become rare.
The towering arms of the gigantic tree,
Cry sorrowfully because they are so lonely.
Spring comes again, and the sky is gray,
Little buds form, full of leaves, await May.
The tree is reborn and full of cheer,
And gleefully thanks God for another year.
The End.
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