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We grow, gradually, as if we were a tree

Our roots, viens deep underneath

all you can see is whats on the outside, 

As we begin to sprout, our limbs growing as if they were bracnhes,

leaves starting to appear as if they were hair, 

We grow gradually until its our time to stop,

Some live longer than others, but its what we go through,

what we do in our lives that make us who we are

If we're constantly going through change, we can compare,

our leaves fall of fand grow back, and we change colors,

scar, lose bark, but throught life, we always go back to one place,

Home, where the roots began grow