Tree of Life

I weep not for each fallen body as I weep not for each fallen leaf.
Each born to be tossed by tempests and tumble to the ground.
Insignificant husks decaying into dirt, shadowed by forever.
The tree from which life springs, timeless creator conceiving all.

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