Forest of Oppurtunity

Trees, thousands of years old

Monoliths of perseverance and life

Great behemoths standing tall

Never giving in to all that assails them

Nor overtaking all that surrounds them

Me, only decades old

Lost in a world with unending oppurtunity

Peace found in an ancient forest

Never will I let it be destroyed

Nor will I squander its potential

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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