A Tree

Trees last much longer than I,

Though, they get killed too.

And when war and life intertwine,

Death itself appears; people die.

 

We grow,

As kids we know,

As teens we know,

Adults say "We'll die, we know."

 

No medicine can help,

It'll just let you live longer.

We'll die, its unavoidable,

But thank you for living it well and able.

 

Grow like a tree,

But don't get killed like me.

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