Tree of life
We are leaves
on the tree of life,
we bud, grow, mature
then fade, dry
fall and perish,
nourishing and
making way for
our successors,
as the tree
continues to grow
towards its destiny.
It’s a lovely poem and a lovely sentiment. But I fear that the nourishing of the ground for our successors has gone awry. Sorry to be cynical. It’s still a beautiful poem. Just a spoil sport reader.
Love this Hobbo β€οΈ
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Thank you! π
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Beautiful. ππ
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Thank you! π
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Youβre welcome. π
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Seasonal lives, makes me want to make the most of each moment.
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πI get the impression that you are doing exactly that.π
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It’s a lovely poem and a lovely sentiment. But I fear that the nourishing of the ground for our successors has gone awry. Sorry to be cynical. It’s still a beautiful poem. Just a spoil sport reader.
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Thank you. I do think we are more aware now, it’s whether we can turn those words into actions quickly enough. π
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A lovely thought, that I’m a leaf. I do worry about infestation though. π
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Those caterpillars could wreak havoc on your capilliaries! π
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Oh no! Not the caterpillars! π
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Great poem Hobbo. Yeah we all fall off the tree one day.
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Thanks Vinny! We all get there eventually!
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