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There's a tree

Down the street

Slowly it has

Began to wither.



You can slowly begin

To see time creep

Across the trunk

And then proceed

To kill all the leaves.



Leaves begin to fall

One by one they

Float down to

The cold, crisp ground.



And then this

Disease slowly fades

And the tree is bare

As if it had always been.



But slowly and surely

These leaves resprout

And grow brightly.



Defying time and life

These leaves grow back

Rebelling against

The inevitable.



And once again

The leaves fade

And the tree

Becomes bare.



But surely those

Leaves will come back.



I understand it now.



We are the leaves and

Time and life

Are not the

Inevitable.



We Are.