The Tree like me

by

Faye Hoffman

Like the healthy tree,
that once was.
The hardness of the wind,
has also beat upon it's back.
The rain and cold,
bends and strips its leaves.
The outer skin begins to crack.
The struggle to reach,
for life and nourishment,
makes it weaken from the strain.
Then the time comes,
so as to be replaced.
It plays it's part,
for others to remain.
So like the tree,
when the last leaves fall off,
you'll know also I am gone.

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