The seasons of human life change from birth to death, maybe with every winter burning our hearts, freezing them, or our hearts warm with the pyramid of summer heat, but no doubt with every autumn some of our hearts are torn from the branches and lost. It is in this season that we have to wait for a spring whose roots have not lost the hope of germination. And in the last season of our lives, it is only the trees of our lives that survive because they were rooted in the soil.

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