Always here
Like the wind that blows you change.
All the while staying, pleasantly strange.
You are rooted like a fig, not small yet not so big.
None care about the size, when they see the wondrous prize.
Smaller than me, sized just right.
When I'm down, always bright.
Like a dark, and breezy night.
envelopes you, holds you tight.
I'll be here. It's alright.
I'm always here, in the light. -TK
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