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The Tree in Spring, Summer, and Autumn. The Head towers above pointing to the sky. Long slender arms reaching out with open fingers. those hands hang heavy with springtime blossom. Held high, suspended in midair by a long slender trunk. Standing erect with toes that project and grip the earth. A beautiful green spray spreading over the head. That summer bloom from those long slender hands. The trunk now hidden beneath the swaying arms. Underneath the shadowy feet with griping toes. Beneath the earth, the grass roots begin to grow. Everything above the head has now turned to gold. Rustling fingers dropping, swirling, twisting to the ground. A ghostly finger sways a slender trunk with arms outstretched. Dangling in the mist those hands are unyielding and empty. With cold weary feet and long gripping toes still clinging. Poem by Val Sheppard