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The Song of Ginkgo
Amidst the whispers of the autumn breeze,
Where amber hues paint the tranquil trees,
There lies a tale of timeless grace,
In every leaf, a memory's embrace.
Oh, Ginkgo tree, with leaves of gold,
Your ancient presence, a story untold,
Beneath your boughs, in the hush of dawn,
Echoes of centuries gently drawn.
Through seasons danced, with elegant poise,
Your leaves, like whispers, tell of joys,
Of bygone days and lovers' plight,
In whispered secrets, cloaked in light.
With each leaf's fall, a chapter ends,
Yet in your roots, the past transcends,
For in your heart, time stands still,
And memories bloom, at nature's will.
Oh, Ginkgo tree, in your silent song,
We find solace, amidst the throng,
For in your shade, we pause to see,
The beauty of life's symphony.
So, let us walk, 'neath your golden crown,
In reverence, as the sun goes down,
For in your presence, we find our part,
In the song of Ginkgo, etched in heart.