A Tree of Life
The tree stands through the day
It stands through the night
The tree moves with the wind
It grows with the light
If I knew that I could as well
carry on with life in such a way
Living on the purpose of being alive
And carry myself as I stay
I try finding places to rest
while life on its own hits my being
The tree it stands on windy days
It takes the hit without fleeing
I hope to take my own advice
I hope to see what I say
The tree sheds through seasons again
While I can change in only a day
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