At the
foot of great mountains,
stands the
strongest of trees.
Near the
river that gives life,
whose flow
is to ease.
But life
has a way,
to test
power and strength.
Even of
the mighty tree,
high in
its length.
First
comes a drought,
to burn on
the land.
It comes
to test the trees roots,
and weaken
its stand.
Then come
the insects,
that eat
up its leaves.
They destroy
all growth,
bringing
only disease.
Now
sickened and dry,
the
rotting begins.
With no
sap in its branches,
to hold
back the winds.
At a
place where power and fruit,
proudly
once stood.
Now lay
the weak and the barren,
just brittle
wood.
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