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The Tree


I thought the tree was beautiful,
Covered in red and yellow, hints of gold
And I knew the tree to be as strong as it was tall
And the seasons changed and the leaves with them
Everything looked different once winter hit
The tree was bare, and a storm rolled in
The once beautiful tree swayed nervously in the wind 
But when the leaves were gone
That made me believe it was strong
It still stood tall, still held on
And the storm, it passed like they always do
And the tree, it stood the only way it knew
At the core, always the same,
As strong as ever before
With the covering, or without, 
It still withstands the storm.

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