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. 

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