It was the only branch
In the great tree,
All other branches
Had been perished,
When I began my journey
In the early morning,
I saw the branch fresh and energetic,
When I ended the journey at dark night,
I saw it was still bright and genuine in the important tree,
Being surprised,
I watched the spirited branch meticulously
And found a divine light in its inner self.
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