A seedling once broke out from the muddy ground
It was nothing more than a little sunshine bound .
Beneath that tree the children would dance and sing
As if with words a tree could bring
A song.
That tree still stands though many years have passed.
It hardly notices the winters which never seem to last.
Those silly dancing children are now but wind
Who’ve left behind nothing - neither love nor kin.
Now there is just that lonely old tree
With no heart to love nor eyes to see.
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