I am naked,
No cover, all sun-baked,
The shadow that I cast,
Is partial as compared to my past,
You won’t rest under me,
You will choose some other tree,
Skeleton without skin,
No leaves, no kin,
Am I old? Or is it seasonal?
Who decides if it’s autumnal?
Soon I will make a comeback,
Lush and green, back on track,
Till then just keep away your axes,
Observe me and find something that relaxes,
Dark days come upon all of us,
Droid sees me, he sympathizes.
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