• I look into the darkness and it’s not so dark this time.
    The black flocks of crows fly away into the bright sun their gone.
    I just see white clouds and the blue sky and the yellow fire in the sky.
    As I look around it becomes eminent that the green leaves swaying in the breeze are directed at a lone tree in the middle of a calm meadow that singes and plays under the blind sun all day long.
    Too pass the time the days turn in too months and even years but the time passes and as it dose it wares at my rough skin but I have the sun to keep me young.
    Those days pass in too time, then in to age and, even score.
    I enjoy the life I have had to withstand to this very day.
    I see some thong at all hours of the night but do not say a thing “I don’t want to be rash”.
    So I stay among the leaves and continue to spared my branches .as I grow my seeds turn in too one, no two, no even more then eight, or sixteen; they grew high but once again I have been joined by the best, and have the courage to see the darkness turn into shade, and once more I can feel content once more to
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