The tree of life

Who can see what life will bring?
Will we weep or will we flower?
Woken by the light of spring,
we rise and grow with every hour.

From the roots within the ground,
to the crown and all its branches,
we try to find our way around,
the tree of life is full of chances.

And as we wander through all ages,
the spring, the summer, and the fall,
we write the words on our own pages,
for other people to recall.

But in the end we will just fly,
purple, yellow, red, or brown,
as flocks of leaves into the sky,
and leave behind what held us down.

The tree however, still and dark,
seems standing lifeless like a thing,
but deep inside beneath its bark,
it's waiting for another spring.

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