Trees

April 4, 2018

I admire trees

they stand tall never wavering in

their opinion.

They are unmoving

their roots

in so

D E E P

They can't move

even if they wanted to.

Yes, I admire trees

but I will not be a tree.

I will move

I will see

things, the world.

I will be open-minded

and accept human beings.

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