Plant a tree from a seed
with the intent to pass away
before the fruits are obtained
from tall bows in future’s place
the lowly sprouts of this year
are no more when we’ve expired

these fragile pledges of future growth
defying tillers of the soil
in our place are mighty trunks
once so tiny in their youth
with a lifespan beyond compare
survive long after senior folk

shade will prevail at long last
after seasons come to pass
removing sun from the sky
even as it rules above
one at a time the cycles turn
prompting arbors to transform.

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