Why to be
Branches of a tree?
One alike though no two
Not complete but so are you.
Mitosis of thoughts
Divergent into the night
Don't cut it down
Just fertilize the life.
Branches bushy
For all the lost souls
People we don't know
Evils pollute the
Nutritious art of stifled growth.
But the farmer comes to nurture
Help us even though
As old age goes on
The withering tramples unceasing.
Don't cut it down,
Water our roots.
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