Looking like
blossoming sprouts
Nourished by the
same water and ground
Heated between sun
and cloud
Cuddled by a breeze
severed when winds are fully blown
We may turn white,
yellow or brown
As winters into
autumns flow
Profound joy and
sufferings we undergo
As time marks we try
not to show
A deep sigh can
release the sorrow
At the end of a
tunnel we see a glow
When together not
alone we choose where to go
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