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The Frosted Tree

Just down the road out of town,

It’s not a long way to go,

One will find a great strong tree,

A great strong tree covered in snow.

 

From the branches hang clear icicles.

The bark is covered in frost.

And in the battle of life and death

Life appears to have lost.

 

But take a walk up to the tree

And give a branch a shake.

And off falls frost and icicles.

A new branch it seems to make.

 

Continue this process of shaking branches

And soon enough you’ll see.

The tree was never dead at all,

Life has the victory.

 

The frost and snow do not convey

The truth the tree can tell.

That to this day and forever more

The tree has never fell.

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aw-davis
American
Published
Mar 23, 2012
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