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In shades of green, so bold and bright, They basked once in the morning light. Young and fresh, with veins so clear, Symbols of life’s vibrant cheer. But seasons shift, as seasons do, And green gives way to golden hue. A gentle fade, a whispered sigh, As youth and vigour pass us by. They rest together, side by side, The journey told with humble pride. For even as their colours wane, Their beauty, timeless, will remain. In each soft crease, in every line, A tale of sun, of...
