A GIFT OF CHOICE
Oh you creation of clay
There is gift
A gift of choice
The gift of blessing and also a curse in disguise
The mind is left to choose what the heart desires
But beware and be warned the gift can lead astray
The leaf attached to the stem of the tree
It looks as green as the grass
But it shall dry and become weak
Then it shall fall to the ground
Either under the shade of the tree
Or the heat of the sun.

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