Poetry,  Writing

The Tree Of Life

If life were but a tree
the world would finally be as one.
Past generations leave their legendary mark among the branches;
leaves as people, branches united and known to everyone.
Bark surrounds their tiny world;
respected and cherished by everyone.
Eventually, people would die and fall away;
their proud existence known to everyone.

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