Euphoric is the reward of my reach
Tasting the light, oh so sweet
Touching the face of what man cannot see,
Is the joy of my days, short though they be
Under my boughs the children played
Shelter for them, I proved to be
I now cast my seeds in the streams of the wind
To carry on long after me
Let no one be sad at the sound of my fall
I’m just laying down in times bed
Though I still stood erect many years without leaves
The fact of the matter, I have long been dead
Yet, euphoric was the reward of my reach
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