Puzzled

Why do I exist,
In this place and time?
Besides the birds and the bees
I look within the changing trees.
No questions asked.
Arms of wood reach to the sky
Barks and rings measure time
I breath in and release
My energy
Where does it go?
Who do I serve?
Beyond myself
My arms of flesh
Have held and let go
Of loves old and young
Like the leaves and seeds
Of autumns past
I stand naked
Bare my soul
The more I question,
The less I know.

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