Trees grow
They die
And then
Another
Takes its place.
The earth
Renews,
Our thoughts
They grow
And then die
Another thought
Takes place.
The tree grows and grows
And then bear fruit
If it doesn't a farmer cuts it off.
Our thought they grow
And bears fruit
If it doesn't
Cut it off!
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I’ve been spending my mornings writing poems. I enjoy it very much. I hope you are enjoying too. If my poems do not entertain you then just be happy for me :) God bless!
