When the leaves gleam, when the bark is rough
worn and proved enduring-
when the soil is rich with a steady flow,
insuring the tree is maturing-
Take hold of the gold left within your heart
its prongs will surely tell-
with certainty if we were meant to be,
if together our hearts fair well.
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