There came a gentle breeze,
It shook the toughest trees.
Experienced fatality for the first time,
The tree grew a lot more prime.
Its crimson flowers and golden fruits,
Rotten; Did bear the truth.
Still loved by its saplings, dear,
Hanging around, under and near.
Animals and birds do come,
Sharing grief and solemn pity.
The lessons looked like some,
Yet it's knowledge for eternity.
Once the prime tree blushed greener,
The boughs entangled between one another,
Over the shrubs as shelter.
Now shredding leaves changing colour.
Falling on shrubs ornamented by crimson flower.
Welcoming a deer, after a scarred calf she delivered.
This time, stripped it was naked,
Never again leaves it grew.
Surrounded by youthful trees,
With crimson flowers and golden fruits on few,
Giving shelter to the animals and birds,
And a pregnant deer scarred,
Waiting for her child to be delivered!
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