The+Tree+and+Me-+Aditi

As the years pass, More and more rings Of fat surround my body. As I grow, I will shed my troublesome habits, Just like a tree sheds its peeling bark. I have roots, that go back to who knows when, Whereas the tree’s roots extend to who knows how far. Every once in a while, I need trimming, Around the edges of my actions, Just as a tree needs trimming, Around the edges of its growth. In many ways, The tree and I are similar, But both of us have our unique qualities, And both of us are one of a kind. And just like a tree, My life will end, A graceful end, Though not, by cutting myself down. || ||
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 * I am like a tree.