Branches of the Past
In the wilderness, a tree so old live by
A tree so tall and firm and brawny and dry
Amidst the foggy lawn
The droplets in its every leaves, in the morning sun
Shines like a twinkling fairy glitter having fun
I think that tree felt cold; it existed long before I
I couldn't utter words for birds are enjoying their time--
they seem so jolly and alive
Then, a fruit fell right before my eyes
It was covered with dirt, cracked; I sighed
I could understand then, when the fruit is ripe
It needs to go and live its life;
It could never grow if it still hangs there with the fruits that live in his time
A tree so tall and firm and brawny and dry
Amidst the foggy lawn
The droplets in its every leaves, in the morning sun
Shines like a twinkling fairy glitter having fun
I think that tree felt cold; it existed long before I
I couldn't utter words for birds are enjoying their time--
they seem so jolly and alive
Then, a fruit fell right before my eyes
It was covered with dirt, cracked; I sighed
I could understand then, when the fruit is ripe
It needs to go and live its life;
It could never grow if it still hangs there with the fruits that live in his time
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