I am a seed

about to break free.

stretching my roots outaward,

toward water,

toward sunlight.

I am a sapling

learning to thrive.

on my own,

opening my eyes.

I am a tree

strong and tall.

wind blows against me

yet I do not fall.

I am a girl

once small and afriad.

Nature helped me see myself

in beautiful new ways.

 I was a sapling

and before that, a seed,

but now I am strong

Now, I am a tree.




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