for the tree to grow,
to become
what it's supposed
to be. to become
full, the trunk
thick,
the branches long.
a home for birds,
for squirrels, a beauty
in all seasons
giving shade.
it takes years, decades,
a lifetime to us
and then it falls.
no fanfare, no eulogy.
no history.
soon forgotten.
another sprout beside it
to take its place.
just a tree in the woods.
that's all.
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