With the passage of time,
one observes the change in nature.
A tree,
which once pierced zenith,
reaches the brim of extinction
upon the arrival of a storm.

The magnanimous effects of aging.

Brazen,
it’s grazed by the memories of its youth.
The memories of might,
whence it was indomitable.
An era of victory over nature.
Braving one storm after another.
Sowing its seeds of wisdom
where none dared to reach.

However,
deplored of life,
performing the duties to the core,
it does work one last time.
Sheltering the surrounding
till it’s dying breath.
Wondering,
was he really mighty or
it was just the nature at play?

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