Blossoming Tree
The sight of a blossoming tree with newborn flowers
Is the start of a beautiful beginning.
Every beginning has an ending.
Which got me thinking, when will it be my end?
So I sat there quietly, and shattered a few sorrowful tears.
Although any day could be the end,
Be more like the tree.
Live in the moment, live to blossom
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