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We are a Tree of all life

We are a Tree of all life

We are but cosmic seeds planted by nature into the womb of mother earth.

Just as a tree we sprout roots to keep us grounded on this earthly plain.

We grow in the light and need water to be strong and withstand the forces of all the elements sent to knock us down.

We understand that knowledge will keep us alive when autumn strips us of all we have grown.

We understand that wisdom will keep us warm when winter sets in and our branches are bare.
We stand tall and confident as we lay barren of life's abundances as we know that pretty soon spring will blow all the u needed and dead leaves clearing the way from fresh buds of life.

We stay positive as we know summer will be here and the sun will shine down on us brighter than we have ever known allowing us to develop our self and blossom further towards been our true self.
The tree doesn't need to be beautiful to know it's worth and stand it's ground.
The tree can stand independent asks for no payment when it's needed to supply shade or shelter to those in need.

The tree breaths fresh oxygen back into its surrounding community. 

What an amazing life of just a humble tree.

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