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Midd-le---Ag-ed

Tiny plants, fear the breeze,

Abhor sun beams, scare rain,

Fed up of soil and shade,

Do not know how essential these

Objects of nature are!!!!



Then grown young and make friendship,

With all these fellows of environment,

And seek pleasure in their sweet company,

And becomes hard to live without them!

How selfish are the tiny plants, the growing trees!!!



Then they start becoming old,

Weary, exhausted, tired and aged,

Their fellow trees look down upon them,

And they remorse to remember the days,

When they were quite young, beautiful and full of energy....!!!!!!



This is the rule of life,

And the Law of Nature as well..................


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