There was a tree,
Growing wild and free,
Waxing strong and luxuriant
Lush and vibrant.
It was the pride of the forest;
A haven of rest,
It provided a shelter from the heat
And succor for the aching feet.
It was sturdy and strong,
Brought comfort and was sung
In praises by all;
It stood majestic and tall.
And then it was no longer green,
It began to lose all its sheen;
Its leaves started to wither
And its strength falter.
Slowly, it began to rot,
Its branches fell, and brought
Tears to many who watched with dread
As the mighty tree fell to the earth, dead.
The heavens were silenced
And wept for days on end,
The earth groaned in pain
And soaked up the rain.
But that was not the end,
A new beginning was just after the bend;
At the scent of waters, life was birthed
Out of the stump of the dead tree, a tiny shoot sprouted.
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