Growth of April

The old oak tree,
In all its infinite wisdom,
Sprouted out
Of the ground,
Just like everything else.
It began a seed,
Hopeful and full
Of energy, of future,
Of life.

It grew and it grew,
Happy little shoot,
Its path clear as day.
Soon enough, it stopped
Growing on its own,
And began to branch out.
Little did it know,
That young oak tree,
That it was diseased
And spreading
To every branch, twig and leaf.

The old oak tree,
In all its infinite wisdom,
Stands tall and alone.
Its branches are twisted
And its bark is gnarled.
What an ugly, awful, old tree.

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