The Tree
As the rain comes sprinkling down,
It showers the tree with nurturing love
The tree, old in its wisdom,
Symmetrical in its beauty,
Stands undaunted,
As the winter falls upon it.
The leaves, orange with exhaustion,
Flutter to the ground,
Ready to return to the earth.
The tree stands plain, yet beautiful,
Simple, yet complex.
This tree is like all of us,
Growing in our years,
In both wisdom and beauty.

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