There is a tree on a hill, it stands alone, and its roots run deep. Through the many seasons, storms, and rain, it remains still.
Branches sway in the wind, and leaves it cannot always keep; life goes on, for there are reasons.
If it could, would it fall and choose to be at peace? Or perhaps it would miss the many sights that should never cease.
A sun it has seen many times, but sometimes it sets more beautifully than the last. Waiting and watching the world full of many things go past.
Solitary as it may be, it hasn’t always been alone. For the tree on the hill lives as a memory that many will take home.
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