Me the Tree
Tree
Yep that’s me
I started small and unaspiring
But each day I grow, I grow stronger and more outgoing
Jesus is my sunshine and people are my water
Teaching me
Making me who I am
Creating a more improved version
Of the original me
A me reaching for the sun, absorbing water
A me forever changing
My character starts to show with age
The broken limbs and twisted branches
But with pain, struggle, sun, water
I went from shy sapling to outgoing tree
I now speak
And show the changing of the “seasons”
So for many reasons
A tree is me
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