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It was raining when I was born

The rain helped me grow

A baby tree finally baring leaves

Full of life, full of hope, full of dreams

But then I died

The rain wieghed me down

My life was ephemeral

A still born

Still growing, but without love and warmth

The sunshine to enable me to grow into a beautiful tall tree

I'm dark

My branches are pale

I've aged so much in a short period of time

I'm frail

My roots are rotting and my leaves have fallen to the ground