The tree stands bare as the dead leaves drop
Yet it heaves no sigh, nor let any tears drop
Patiently it goes through the season’s change
With infinite patience and a beauty strange.
With novel grace, it welcomes the spring
Amidst abounding blossoms, the sweet birds sing
Being aware of the conceit of the season’s play
For wasteful time brings the ultimate decay.
Humbly hanging down the fruit-laden tree
Lovingly sheltering the birds full of glee
Grow through life, the tree murmurs whole day
We’re here awhile, to bloom, to languish and decay.
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