Life of the Spirited Tree
I sit in the dry desert longing for the rains,
But yet the sky fails to fall on my gains,
A dust wind blows,flinging the seeds borne of my pains,
All's all lost,I resolve to live in my stains,
But in the beyond an old tree persists,
The harsh winds whip it but survive it insists,
Dry is the soil,loosing its savor and taste,
But yet it roots go deep in search of life's list,
Amidst the harsh sandstorm,new leaves still sprout,
Defying harsh conditions, as its fears it thrashes out,
To its maker, its petition's hope ,shouts,
Striving on humanity's account,
As with the life of this tree I would rise,
For negative odds, I pledge to despise,
I will forge on,despite challenges size,
For on the long life of this tree would I ride,
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