When I Saw the Hastily Growing Tree
As I look on, what the seed has into grown,
The tree, rises in haste, lets her arms free.
As I look on, I wonder what seed I sown, if
Ripens a fruit as star to sing my life's flute?
As I look on, I inquire the days bygone, their
Silence now greets my feeble defiance......
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