No different from a tree are we.
Opportunity for life, and strife.
Strong light makes for brave hearts and thirsty souls
Shade is never hot enough
Maybe grow again
Seasons change from wet to dry
Dark to bright
And dark again
Put another ring around me
No measure of its girth
I’ll take that season’s withered growth
And know it as a blessing.
Some will stand and die and stay
Others break and fall
Remember we’re a forest though
And not one lonely tree
Surrounded by all types and shapes
To balance all of our mistakes
For furniture or garden stakes
You’ll grow because you have to.
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