Tree of Life
As the tree is in its prime
the golden leaves, bliss sublime
one day they fall and glide away
leaving the tree with deep dismay
the shivering tree it scolds within
the breath of winter now begins
it swiftfully and harshly engulfs the tree
some broken branches, and some break free
The cold it ends the light it sends
heat and joy fills all the ends
the broken tree it once again blooms
Stronger than ever, breaks free from the glooms
As the tree is in its prime
The grass green leaves, bliss sublime
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