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Fresh and green
My head frosted white,
I gaze up at the fresh green
of the courtyard gingko tree.
As I gaze up at the fresh green,
the image of last winter's gaunt skeleton
comes to mind:
then where in this fresh, bright greenery
are hidden the footsteps
that are hastening on towards decline?
If that tree is every springtime
full of new life, it must be
because its roots are sound!
Then if your approaching death
is to be blessed with Resurrection,
the roots of your heart must likewise
be kept free of decay.