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« Thread Started on Jul 6, 2004, 8:00pm »

The mid afternoon blaze smothered the tall thin stalks of green that stretched upward to greet the day. The dew that brought nourishment at dawn, had dried after much of its drops had rose to meet the cotton overhead.

I was a seed planted, it seems like yesterday. Now I am a bud. With each passing day, I grow taller and stronger. I have much life to live and pleasure to give. For this is only the spring of my being to the world.

The afternoon heat had beckoned my petals to open and embrace its warmth. My foliage is thriving with vibrant life. I hear the songs of the birds flying overhead and the sound of laughter on the other side of the pond.

The cool breeze that once brushed my branches come less frequently now. I have need for the cool, wet flow from the green tube, stretched out across the yard, much more now then ever before. A branch was trimmed from my left side this morning, for reasons I don't understand. My beauty has illuminated into shades of pink and purple and the juices that flow through my veins make me feel strong and healthy. I've reached the summer of my life.

There's a strange chill rushing through the air unlike I've felt. The foliage on the surrounding trees have changed their colors to brown, red and Orange. I saw a bushel trickle down to cover the ground, before morning had turned to noon. Just this morning I saw in the window in the house across the yard, the branch that was clipped off me. It was sprouting foliage, young and strong. And I was so proud. My little offspring, soon you will join me in the warmth of the sun. But for now, alone I must face the autumn of my life.

The air feels icy. There's a white, wet blanket resting upon my limbs. The same white, wet drops are gently drifting down. My pretty foliage has withered and fallen away. My branches have turned from brown to grey. The juices that flowed life through my veins, pump less nourishment these days. My life is fading fast, I can tell. But I've lived a long and full season.

I gaze at my offspring in the window a far. You're growing stronger everyday. So sad we won't bass in the sun as I once hoped we would. Now it's up to you to carry on our seed. But I'm grateful, I've been able to watch you grow and how you've grown.

The time has come to say goodbye, for I've so little time left. You see, now I've reached the winter of my life.

THE END!

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