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The dying tree stands

Branches outstretched

Contorted into an expression

Of pain

Of anguish

It bears few leaves

Only those resiliant enough

To stay with their vessel of life

To the end

The cracked bark

The dry twigs

All cry out to me

They tell me of life once cherished

And sorrows beseen

Then they fall silent

The dying tree speaks no more

And not far away

A new life

Sprouts from the earth