Nobody knows how long it will be
Till the body starts to crumple like a tattered leaf
When the blazing flowers shrivel and the trunk goes cold
When the hands loose their briskness and the limbs enfold
When the branches become bare, a naked death
When the twiggy arms snap by a too quick of a step
When the hair becomes rustled and begins to loose its luster
When the birds stop nesting in the crown and off they muster
Trees have been around since the beginning of time
From a bountiful beauty they gently die
However their death is never in vain
Blooming through the pain
They go in cycles
Nature's castles
Nobody knows how long it will be
But I know
I want to be timeless like the trees
Growing through the four seasons and winter's ashes
Always beside you
Intertwined branches

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