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A seedling pushes the earth free

Seeking out the light 

It drinks in the rain

A sapling now

Spreading twisted arms

Seasons change

Time for rest

Leaves blush red, orange and yellow

One by one they let go

Making a blanket of warmth 

Roots dig deep

Time for sleep

Standing bare with no shame

Reaching up as if in prayer

Short days longer now

Buds appear

Time to wake up

Warmer air is here

Pinks purples yellows and blues

Blossoms blow off in the breeze

But not before feeding the bees

Sprouts of new leaves

To dress him up in greens

Taller now

Bark is thicker

Wide canopy of leaves

Giving out shade

Hiding birds nests

Made of twigs from his brother

Cleaning the air all these years

Giving off oxygen and shade

But he is tired now

Time again to rest

Wind strong on a cold night

Brittle branches break

Taking with it the nest

Spring is here again

But no signs of waking

But wait there at the base

The ground is breaking