With Courage, Comes Intellect
Wind swiftly blowing through every little nook
Rooted firmly to the ground
Although stepped upon, one still never shook
With a bark here and there, what must one do?
There's an option to shed, but the choice is to root.
Twigs begin to form from the branches inside
No different from a tree's----
Trunk, in which all thoughts must hide
A growing crown precedes non-stop
Rest Now! leaves from the ground on up.
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