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Prosper

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The journey begins with a loving seed,
As the clock turns, so will the mobile wind,
Bringing forth acquaintances to grow with,
Sun of a day will boost your vital growth,
To rise is to wilt, they cannot stand lone,
A golden ray must pair with a clear chute,
A leaf will sprout, a sign of precious health,
For every brown will be replaced green,
While bare skin will leave you vulnerable,
Bark will begin to shield the soft surface,
The branches extend adventurously,
Intertwining as they must, faithfully,
Without steady companions,
Brisk paths for evils entrance are opened,
Birch, oak, and maple, Health, Hope, and Armor,
As the day arrives, the leaves will expand,
Woodpeckers and quick hummingbirds alike,
Will use your aging limbs, mutual fun,
They will spiral to the accepting mitt,
Bouncing, enjoying, rolling, and joining,
The long serene day of your chair-rocking,
You have made the interminable trip,
Around the halcyon grandfather clock,
Flying into the immortal blue sky,
Gravity stands you upright forever,
As you rise higher than ever before.





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