Like a Tree

1. Two-Thousand-Sixteen

my growth reached a new height

sorta like a tree.

2. My leaves have fallen,

but June graduated them

onto new soil.

3. The fruit are still fresh;

picked daily on campus

challenging my roots.

4. Seasons fatigued me:

stimulated by sun,

humbled by rain.

5. For a knowledge axe

branches sore from big books

carve me a scholar!

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