the tree
full of fruits
oblige
with the seasons
and as time
dictates
it shall fruit
in abundance
and when children
pass by
with slingshots and
stones
it will be hit
and defenseless
over this early
greed.
soon it will
loose its leaves
soon it
will die
and you shall never
see
mourners
for all its fruits
and seeds
there will be
no remembrances.
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