When we were young,
There was hardly a tree there.
We planted some.
As they grew the rays begin show.
In the fall the leaves fell.
The trees went to sleep.
Years past as time did keep.
Man earns what he sows.
Many years later,
The trees we now look up to them
The branches are over our heads.
How the rays shine down.
In the spring, when all is green.
The trees awaken.
Life starts in againg in new.
Another season, a new chapter too.
The trees stand tall,
We are in the fall of life.
The rays are finer as the shine down.
We gather in the light.
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