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Laurel Leaves

Poetry By: teargen

Life itself is often the way to overcome the hardship and struggle.

Submitted:Apr 18, 2010    Reads: 61    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

A young and slender maple tree
sprouts up from the leafy ground;
a larger tree that lost its grip
now bends the maple down.

No longer does it face the sun
nor eye the night with pride;
it arches back into the earth
and stretches out its side.

The little tree was in the way
when time allowed the fall;
the top is pinned by larger wood,
no longer straight and tall.

The tree, however, summons life:
what's down is dry an dead;
a little tree beset with strife
lives on and bows its head.


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