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A borrowed seed, is watered and
nurtured, it grows and grows into a
tree, later it falls down on me, I
try to save the root, it grows again,
now in two parts, I cut its limbs,
I dare not limit as it grows,
then on one cloudy day a storm comes,
it struggles with the wind and rain.
I worry, as it sways. It houses
others now, yet it still grows way
high above me, farther and farther
away. Funny how we took a seed and
grew a tree, the investment, and
endearment we have for a tree.