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The tree is feeling withered from the heat
And nowhere is there refuge to be found
It cannot grow, there is no safe retreat
And all attempts to leave fall to the ground
It seems its time has passed, it’s doomed to fail
And join the rotting masses in the shade
What once were thriving branches now are frail
As one by one they fall from where they swayed
The absence of their bulk leaves open space
As brilliant shafts of sunlight wander in
Essential for life’s cycle to take place
For even while it stands, new life begins
And in its place a giant shall appear
As proof that once a fruitful tree was here