The Tree of Life

Drinking in the rays of the morning sun
She sways gently to the rhythm of the wind
Longing to hear the sweet song of the robin
To welcome her to nest her red breast
As her leaves turn to gold and fall to the ground
And the robin prepares to take flight
Another year of life etches its ring around her soul

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