The Tree stands tall, it can weather it all,
Even when it’s stripped naked it never takes the fall,
Never perishin’ the dreams of new life it’s cherishin’,
Knowing the day will come when it can bear its fruits refreshed again,
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My favorite line in this poem is: It’s truth, not days, that eternity is measured in, I guess that real truth will always be so. I look forward to reading more poems from you in the future. Keep writing.