Jan 2016
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I am like a tree
In the winter
Standing bare, silently
Mourning the loss of what
I used to be
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The squirles running to and fro
Up my trunk and around below
Brings forth longing for the days
When my green leaves
Brought adventure in their maze
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With each new sunrise
Comes fresh awakenings
Green sprouts begin to appear
Beneath my fallen leaves
Heaven is unleashing storms
That are strengthening me
Opening my mind to a
Glorious future some may never see
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Green buds begin to sprout
From every limb
The spirit of the forest
Becomes joyous of this season
New lives are about to begin
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Birds and insects flying to and fro
Spreading seeds of wisdom
Throughout the valley
Soon the world will know
The glorious vibrance of the spring
This tree will be,
Fully erupted, NEVER, you see
I will never know everything
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Winter will approach again
Then I will become reminiscent
What I have lost and gained
Consequence of all the sin
And thankfulness for all that has been
sustained
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