Days, weeks, months, years
even ages passed away
but still that is standing
watching the timeless motion
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The story is from the beginning, from small to big, it always amazing...a small seed fight to live as a sprout, a sprout had to struggle with heavy competition, and with oppression of weather and depression of drought it stay survive until it branches more leaves, until the root reaching more water in deeper...if we love we care them with water and needs so they reply with flowers and fruits, shades the summer with shadow calm....lot of things we can look on a tree, and more details if we look it as innocent trees_Unwritten Soul
Wonderful write Ramash, love trees, and they are of course so very necessary for our existence. We cut down far too many. Well penned.
Thoughtful poem indeed Live and let live indeed, all the trees in OZ that have lived 600 years have been felled by the early settlers... Yes the trees are the giver of lie as we know it...thanks or this...regarrds