Ruminating about the forgotten bygone days.. 
All shall perish,as what the nature says.. 
My thoughts go back to those vernal sapling years.. 
So tender, gusts of wind would tremble and bring on tears.. 
Whispering kind words, nurturing hands gave me strength and zeal.. 
The trunk thickened over time, my foliage had a strange appeal.. 
They took shelter and immersed themselves in my shade.. 
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