Living Grace
Rising up from from the ground, it lifts its majesty above for all to envy,
It grows wise as times wears on, a mute bystander to the world,
But, also, as it reaches greedily for the crystal blue sky, it rears companions for its tired life,
They cluster devoiringly on its steadfast branches, feeling all it feels and seeing all it sees,
Until one day the sun is absent, and frigid breezes shake the branches,
Ever slowly the silent leaves fall peacefully to the ground, Waving back and forth to its former nurterer in a gesture common to most yet uncommon in a vexing way,
And as the wind howls the tree waves back,
Until wistfully the leaves drift out of sight and onto the threshold of
first life.
It grows wise as times wears on, a mute bystander to the world,
But, also, as it reaches greedily for the crystal blue sky, it rears companions for its tired life,
They cluster devoiringly on its steadfast branches, feeling all it feels and seeing all it sees,
Until one day the sun is absent, and frigid breezes shake the branches,
Ever slowly the silent leaves fall peacefully to the ground, Waving back and forth to its former nurterer in a gesture common to most yet uncommon in a vexing way,
And as the wind howls the tree waves back,
Until wistfully the leaves drift out of sight and onto the threshold of
first life.
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