You planted me here so many years ago
Tired and worn out
Must be my time to go
I spread my branches toward your sky
Never once questioning why
The days, they pass
As do the nights
Now ending with a heavy sigh
And, when I was nowhere in sight
You’re the one that planned each day and night
You poured me full cups of sunshine, pelted me with wet rain from above
And fed me from treasures below
Oh, how can it be so
Tired and worn out
Must be my time to go
Tender branches once warmed by summer winds of long ago
Yes, my dark, dark winter is here
The falling leaves of death are oh so near
Come home you say
Your job is done today
For you planted seeds to grow
And they’ll forever stay
Don’t you know
This is beautiful Tony!💁🏻
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Thanks so much Kim! Hope you are doing well.
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It drew a tear. Very poignant. Thank you.
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Thanks for your comments K.Q. I appreciate you!
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Such a beautiful proclamation of truth in adversity.
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Thanks Colleen!
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