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It starts a seed,
A small, fragile instance of life,
Something to protect,
Something to defend.
It grows into a sapling,
Larger than before,
Yet still young,
Still inexperienced.
And then it blooms.
It blooms into magnificent being,
A true beauty of nature,
One incredible beast.
By the time it truly matures,
It is far too late,
For the planter of that seed has long since passed.
They are unable to see the fruits of their labor.
Yet the tree persists.
Rain or shine,
It becomes a beacon of hope,
A testament of will.
Decay begins to set in,
Critters around it start to die out.
The future is uncertain,
But all that’s left is to look forward.
To look towards the light.
Each moment,
Each year written on its trunk.
Each one to be remembered for many to come.
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