An Old Tree
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An old tree
When you were growing up
I was in my prime
You climbed up my sturdy trunk
You ride on my strong branches
You shade under my lush leaves
Now you have long gone
Bringing with your memory
The tall trunk
The sprawling branches
The vibrant leaves
But I am getting old
The sap of life sapped away
The drying trunk
The brittle branches
The sporadic leaves
The gentle breeze from the old days
Is getting violent
It blows away my leaves
It snaps my branches
It cracks open my trunk
I try to stand firm
I try to remember
The days you were around
The days of your songs
Round and round