Save The Ashes


I wonder a lot about this tree,
Why does it bear flowers, fruits, and leaves?
But this tree is naked from limb to limb,
Its been broken and battered by the forces of the wind.

This tree looks so tired and weary,
How much more weight can this one tree carry?
I can see the cracks and scars the tree tries to hide,
How much longer will this tree keep the pain inside?

On the ground I see the scattered leaves and twigs,
Yet still the roots of this tree does dig.
Even through the blistering cold and blazing fire,
This tree still stands and its something to admire.

I ask this tree, "How can you move on with a past full of gashes?"
The cool breeze whispers, "You've got to always save the ashes."

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