The tree, as it grows, bears fruit,
Providing homes for birds and shade for us
Until a sudden storm, or new developments
Make it fall, yet still it continues to offer Grace
In yet another form: decor for a beach,
Or logs to build anew, or burn...
In aging, we abandon roles only to find
There are new ways to offer
What and whom we have become
And so continue in service to the world.
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