The Old Yellow Truck By The Tree

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 many ways  
Beauty comes from those bright rays  
That reflect the power of the old age  
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