We are like trees
Supposed to grow old together
Instead one is ill and damaged
The other is strong, independent, and fighting for sun
While the healthy one survives
The other is overshadowed
The dirt is drying out
Both cannot live
Natural selection is taking its course
Showing the forest who is in control
Allowing the strong to go on
The weak to die out
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