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The circadian rhythms of birth, death, and eternity,
Play on in the sunrise of time:
The dread of winter left you naked and bare;
Your bark skin, scale-like, and wrinkle knotted.
Then came the spring of life clothing you
With appetite foliage attracting nature's children
To your warm and nourishing bosom.
Now in the autumn of your life, you ape graying age
With rainbow-hued fronds hanging and dropping
Their Joseph Coat carpeting on Mother Earth's floor.
Creeping out from behind the clouds, old winter
Slowly reboard the cooling winds of change:
Firmly rooted, you proudly stand, arms swaying
To the circadian rhythms of the sunrise of time.
