TreesA Poem by Fern12.15.17 *See notes
Trees
"Be as unmovable as an oak, grow many different ways. Spread your leaves and calmly soak beneath the golden rays." But there's a lot of wind out there, and I am pretty young, with wounds and knicks and droopy sticks where pretty leaves once hung. The name like "Oak", I cannot keep. I don't stand tall. My roots aren't deep; one gust could make me fall. These thoughts are known only to me to whisper in my pillow "Perhaps I could still be a tree, I'm just a weeping willow." ~a.s.
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Added on May 28, 2020 Last Updated on May 28, 2020 AuthorFernVan Buren, ARAboutHi, my name is Fern and writing is my hobby; never knew what to do with that though. Thanks for having a look around :) more..Writing
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