Mind, Body and Spirit

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One Tree

There’s a tree that always is, its leaves never fail to glisten

When the wind blows, they listen

Appearing like millions of drooping ears

Reaching for the world, till its time to stop counting years

 

Seasons may end, but the tree survives

A witness to countless passing lives

When relegated to anonymity, like a fallen leaf

Shadow beings cannot contain their grief

 

The march of lesser greatness is stymied by a fall

It's sudden and ruthless when the root doesn’t play ball

Such leaves can sway and pray

But are powerless against winter’s grey

 

Even a leaf that stands as a tree’s crown

Will be forced to trade green for brown

Unlike the bark of truth, it stays on

Remaining when all the rest are gone