Lives Long Lost Refrain

The oak that stands tall and proud,
Was once a seed, an acorn at its birth.
Through the centuries it stands,
Witnessing lies, witnessing mirth.

Then the great tree just as it is,
Is me in yet another guise.
The trunk firm and solid,
And the branches many, gnarled and varied,
Reaching their fingers to the sky.

Leaves fill the spaces in between,
Like memories of many long forgotten pasts.
The green echoes life,
Yes it is life,
Pulsing through every fibre of this tree.
Life, long lives,
Life as long as it lasts.

And how many leaves lie on the ground?
Not dead, just ready to help Create life once again.
How many of you have I known?
How many seeds have been sown?

And slowly I begin to remember my lives,
Long lost refrain.
As time goes on and new leaves grow.

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