The tree
Every tree starts as a seed,
And every tree has different needs,
As the years pass the tree changes
The tree withstands the ages
But as the seasons go by
The tree slowly begins to die
It no longer produces fruit
And it then has no use
Tosses aside
Feeling denied
And yet it still has purpose
From the past fruits
She will survive
She will be alive
If not physically herself
But something else…
A new life
With new strife
A new seed
A new tree
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Author:
Chai Tanner (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2025 02:44
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
Welcome chai
Great debut
Looking forward to reading more from you
3rd verse is my fav
A great metaphor and so is life in general. Evolution in a bottle so to speak. Keep your genes in the gene pool. Immortality on tap. Good write
A lovely write of the presavation of evolution, look after those seeds and let the journey carry on, enjoyed the read
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