The Tree of Life

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Not every tree
grows tall.
Some
as seeds 
withdraw.
Others
mighty and strong
Shake their leaves
in a rustling song.

Not every branch
has a plume
Not every flower
will bloom
Not every fruit 
will be sweet
And even some roots
Will become obsolete

In the end
It's not
the blossom,
but the rot
which leaves its mark
among the leaves of life
And perpetuates
A pattern of strife

So, fertilize
with love and faith
Give your seeds
plenty of space
Bring them up
healthy and strong
teach them how
to get along,
to give and receive
with love in their hearts
Raise them up
So they can start
A cycle anew
From a fresh point of view
And show us all 
How we've played our part.

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