The Teacher Tree
all of them sustain,
some wilted,
all vital,
each a part of the teacher tree.
speaking different parables,
humming different songs,
each falling its own way in the end.
tell me, tell me teacher tree,
why they have to die?
some too soon to truly live,
struggling and suffering.
the sun will scorch,
the winds will dry,
each one of your sacred leaves.
the teacher tree won't answer,
and all the leaves will try
to tell you why they matter.
every living one does matter,
and was made so all could exist.
the teacher tree stays silent,
but answers every one,
and every fallen leaf
is one with him,
forever and forever.
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