Trees Survive and Thrive
Their fingers stretch to the autumn afternoon sun
No longer limber, but now turning brittle and bare
Browns and red hues are the new colors, once green
While the approaching breezes move the fingers in the sun
The trees, still strong in their roots, now wither, but not die
They change with the weather, as people too, grow each year
Though with an appearance of death, they thrive internally
Growing silently within the timber and pith of their being
Each welcomed spring allows each tree to show its new clothes
Again, like people, they parade them proudly for all eyes to see
New shades of green will adorn them as a cloak against morning chill
Letting us witness the growth, once only internal, to be evident after fall
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