Tree
Tree, do you know,
The meaning of life?
I come to you,
With my head bent.
I don't know,
The meaning of life,
But you seem to,
And know it well.
Well, the wind blown tree said,
I have many roads available to me,
That I can travel on.
These large and little branches,
Are my roads.
And do you see my fruits?
This is all the work I've done,
That shows up in my fruits.
You can also work hard,
To obtain the fruits of your labor.
My green leaves, said the tree,
Is tranquility for my watchers.
I hope you too,
Can spread tranquility to others.
Oh tree, you taught me so much.
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