Here is the first draft of a rather disjointed poem of mine.
A strong wind may shake a tree
but not blow it away.
Snowing petals cover the earth and sky,
Its sweet fragrance spreads at night.
New leaves are budded. Old ones are gone.
All the trees of the field will clap their hands.
Even during the trials of our lives,
Love and joy are found.
Let us all look on the bright side.
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