TREE OF LIFE
Standing alone
in a wide, open field,
I feel at one with the universe.
Not beautiful, but pretty in my own right,
I have weathered many storms
and yet I remain myself.
Wisdom is not lacking,
but occasionally the self-esteem crumples.
Though many have climbed and crept,
weighing down my limbs,
in a wide, open field,
I feel at one with the universe.
Not beautiful, but pretty in my own right,
I have weathered many storms
and yet I remain myself.
Wisdom is not lacking,
but occasionally the self-esteem crumples.
Though many have climbed and crept,
weighing down my limbs,
I bear them all with strength and humility.
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