Strong and upright
Catching all the gossip
among the wind
Living years vicissitude
Not knowing where it
Begins and when it ends
The streets of solace
Seasons announced
Shedding and green forth blooming
Watching the ages progress
Of friends building nests
It’s becoming a small place
Dirt without many roots
As technology becomes seconds
In a capsule no one takes
Maybe it’s the spinning of the earth
That has created the restless minds
Of this generation
Though the tree believes in the seams
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