In the time of despair….
When doom is to glare….
I think about the lonely tree…..
Who’s alone standing to bear….
Hers was a greener branch than the over a mile……
But still she was lonely to the depth of her plight……
Whenever a Toronto occurred….
All her leaves would leave her sudden…..
And there she stands & prepares to….
Become more & more rotten….
Now there isn’t left any hope to recover…..
To go greener a while & a log in another…..
She is fretting at her misfortune……
Where the whole world is there to leave her to despair…..
But all she could give these materialistic relations is……
……..SELFLESS CARE…..!!!
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