During autumn, the leaves grow.
spread proliferously
throughout the branches
exuding an emerald green color
Yet in the summer, trees whither
as they can't bear the scorching heat
transpirations being so high
parched the leaves turn
As time goes by
trees can't withstand anymore
leaves fall off
dry foliage sways
whenever a strong wind passes
Man, at a glance of this
cuts the trees down
to get timber
and make furniture
for his own benefit
Nevertheless, there is hope for a tree
if it is cut down, it will sprout again
and its new shoots will not fail
its roots may grow old
and the stump dies in the soil
Yet at the scent of water
it will bud
and put forth shoots
like a new plant
a hope unbreakable
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