The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree

I daily take the pathway to the rocky plains

Cast a glance on that car wreck by the tree

Time and dust have left a visible glossy stain

And the rust, is a wiser sign of misery
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Among the growing plants and the green

The iron entity holds its old solidity

The aged machine of what has been

Still keeps the charm of the old serenity
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A gaze along the walk, a dead-living car

What left is only the outer hard shell

Emptied from inside, the rest, put apart

A hollow body where green life dwells
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That rust and that aged face of the thing

Between life's green spirit, is only beauty

That harmony of space gained just casually

Is like a melody, for a sad heart to swing
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And the wind with a light move, sways

Among the dead, and those who live

Sends his breath into heaven's space

And the old Truck, her vigor, she gives
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The yellow shape glistens in sunrays

Reflecting her glamour of what once was

Like a jolly bride in Spring does repose

A flower in the green prime of her days.
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If the past was tumultuous heydays

The present is better in may ways

Beauty comes from those bright rays

That reflect the power of the old age
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