Family is sturdy like a tree;
Ours is such a sight to see.
Where leaves fall off, new ones grow.
This is not the tree we used to know.
The earth is full of fallen leaves,
Ones that fell on many eves.
The earth then cares for the tree above,
Filling the tree with lots of love.
The love is food for the tree to grow;
By spring the infant leaves will show.
The old ones were beautiful in their prime,
Soon the new ones too will shine.
With every season come to pass,
A new year's growth replaces last.
Wind and rain and heat and dark,
Deepens roots and thickens bark.
This winter a special leaf has fallen,
Leaving the tree bare and solemn.
Soon the spring will come again,
Sprouting leaves from end to end.
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