And bad verse
A seed
A sapling
A tree
Water, sun and wind
You survived them all
And grew tall
Animal, plant and man
You offered shelter
And still stood solid
An old tree,
Loss of strength
A violent storm
You fell
Discovered,
Your wood still useable
Lovingly carved
You became a bench
Still serving
Though “dead”
Still deserving
May we all be as useful!
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