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Our lives as trees
Roots, they keep us grounded,
Shoots, give us room to grow,
Leaves are the many memories,
Of those we’ve come to know.
Branches sprouting from our trunks,
Stories on these are written,
Joy and trials, decisions made,
Paths wandered and roads driven.
Foliage changing with the season,
Many a color, shade, and tone,
Reflecting on the days gone by,
Shared with others or alone.
Flora weaves a carpet,
Spread round us, of our learning,
Making room for quiet and rest,
Before renewal and more yearning.