Esh, when trouble arise
remember the cabin
where love started out,
in youths folly were.
In its midst grew a tree
around it a lil' porch
was built, did they sit
not much they had.
Hapiness was't things,
but companionship.
yet as years fleeted by
and careers made ,
of wealth and friends
did the man return
to build a cabin anew,
somewhere else.
It was built the same ;
a simple tree stood
the same as the elder
a porch was built too,
as love, with hands said
"I miss whom we were
forget not the stilk
from which we grew "
Such is a mans love :
"This I planted long ago
did it grow with us
that we may remember
the dying into trees,
was it plucked, planted
that we may return
to the cabin of youth ! "
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