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A short poem in which a year for a tree is metaphor for a life time.

Submitted:Apr 20, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Fear not the loss of spring's bright blossom,
The fullness and fruit of life will follow.

Fear not the arborist pruning and digging,
This is for thy strength.

Fear not the hand which pluck's the fruit,
True joy is in the sharing.

Fear not thy naked autumn stand,
Bared branches will show Gods very hand.



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