Tree
I saw a tree fallIt was the saddest thing
To see the end of its glorious life
That moments before was living
It laid there as if embarresed and sad
Thinking about the life it had
Starting as a sappeling, growing till it reached the sky
Now it is all over, on the ground it now humbly lies
As it is cut and split into fire wood
I know that tree would stand up and keep growing, if only it could
D.B. Johnson
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