Read the poem given below and rewrite it in prose form.
I see this tree,
I see how he's dying,
I beg him stop crying,
He sheds all of his tears in fall,
For winters kiss is near.
I see this tree,
A home for the smallest,
This tree is a promise,
That even after winters death,
Life can be redeemed.
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