The Life

March 31, 2010
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A new life begins to form.
Spring time flowers blossom,
Smelling so sweet.
Birds nest in the holes,
Eating all the insects.

It’s getting cold out.
Leaves turn dark and fall off.
Winter is near.
Animals go into hibernation.

As time goes by its color fades,
It no longer has its dark brown look.
Cracks form down its sides.
In the night the wind whistles through.
A broken limb lies on the ground.

A farmer goes out to find some wood.
He cuts it down.
A new barn is built.
Many more memories to become.

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