A tale of their "wrinkled phase"
The prudent tree is old
Is scared
This wise old tree has wrinkles
Yet is in a healing phase
It is hopeful
Even when it knows the time is near
It knows the extinction is near
So this wise old tree
Gathers the strength
And ties itself
With the threads of healing
Through the magic of fighting
The end of the tree with the last leaf falling
Leaving a seed beneath
Giving birth to new saplings
And so the tale never ends
One wrinkled face
Greets another crinkled phase again
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