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Xenial Propagation
from the ALBum 2023 - Xenial
Deep inside the forest,
Where the leaves are golden brown.
Autumn paints a vibrant band,
Of orange on the ground.


Golden seeds from up above,
Sailing down on autumn leaves,
Gliding from their homes up high.
To the ground beneath the trees.


Amongst the fallen leaves they rest,
In nature's cradle, they are blessed.


Mother Tree stands tall and strong,
With her branches stretching far.
All the seeds are taking flight,
In among the leaves with colours bright.

Mother Tree is feeling blue,
As her children bid a warm adieu.
Doing what they all must do.
So that they can all be treeple too.


With gentle rain and sunlight's touch,
New life awakens, oh so much


From tiny sprouts, they start to grow,
With roots deep down, they firmly sow.
Just as Mother Tree had dreamed,
In time, they all will stand, it seems.

So, when all the seeds descend,
And they lie beneath their leafy friends,
Mother Tree might miss them so,
But some day they'll flourish on their own.