Up, up and up. Towards the sun.
Through decades of time and seasons.
Leafs sprout, grow, drop and again they grow.
Like springtime greens and autumn grain.
Barks and branches move to and fro
In winter wind or summer rain.
Up, up and up. I see it go.
It's unstoppable. No, no, no.
-Wren
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