THE TREE OF LIFE
The branches do not seek, but reach indeed
And the roots do not lament what’s lost beneath.
The truth untold does not dismay a mind content,
The lies have slipped your tongue with no displayed consent.
A human dies, the tree remains,
The soils unveil all sanguine cherish,
And no one but a tree remembers
What’s known, what’s built, what’s left to perish.
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