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AC Chronicles
Though the world around them fades,
Their resolve, a sturdy blade.
As seasons turn and skies grow grey,
Autumn trees just bend and sway.
With patience born from years untold,
They endure the coming cold.
The wind may howl, the skies may weep,
Yet their roots run strong and deep.
In stillness, they withstand the fray,
Silent guardians of the day.
Winter’s breath may steal their leaves,
But not the hope that each tree weaves.
For beneath the earth and snow,
Lies the strength they always know.
When spring returns to warm the air,
The trees will bloom without a care.
For all the storms they did endure,
Quiet resilience made them pure.
Ahmad Shuja
C2-A
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