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HOPE

Centuries of storms, Gnarled and withered with age, The old tree lives on One last flowering One last branch of greenest leaves One last ripened fruit A small seed is sown ~ Warmth, light, moisture, nourishment, The tree will soon grow Towards the sunlight Eager, branching, living hope A home and haven. The forest sighs, pleased One more tree to sing its song Of life, of hope, joy.
Inge Meldgaard 2013

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