Poetry: A life worth living
Life in parable.
We are like trees with our roots,
Planted deep in the soil of inner growth,
With our boughs gently moving with the winds of time,
We drink from the fountain of the heavens,
While we showered our leaves with life,
To nourished the soil of inner growth.
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