A Teen, A Tree, A Thought
To be, to be a tree
There are many trees, trees are tall and trees are small
There are many trees that are smaller than others miles and miles they grow
Dose any one ask, how do you get there?
To truly grow you must acceptt whom you are
some trees are tallers than others, some are shorter
some are thicker or a bit darker
some trees lean left, some right, some appear to grow in every difection
To truely grow
and transform yourself from a shrub into a mighty tree you must accept whom you are
and grow in that direction continuing to reach for the sun.
This poem is about:
Me
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