As each day passes, I feel the life drained out of me, My youthfulness slowly disappearing, My tree turning to an old wood, Time is a gift that passes by so fast, A gift that can never be retrieved, But I delight in the hopes of my root, In the river that surrounds me, Hope to still bring forth flowers and fruit, Patiently I wait for that day, The day I will flourish again.
Wood beside the river.
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Wood beside the river.
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As each day passes, I feel the life drained out of me, My youthfulness slowly disappearing, My tree turning to an old wood, Time is a gift that passes by so fast, A gift that can never be retrieved, But I delight in the hopes of my root, In the river that surrounds me, Hope to still bring forth flowers and fruit, Patiently I wait for that day, The day I will flourish again.