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At the end of the day once the sun has set,
The tall trees bend down and as they do they let,
The wind blow all of the dead leaves to the ground,
So when the sun rises again that all can be found,
Is the new shoots of life which we all know,
That life is a thing when you learn you grow.
Jackson Spalding 2009
Labels: bonsai, green, grow, Jackson Spalding, plant, Poetry, seedling, trees
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