My mother always bring me here,
To see the trees and leaves everywhere,
Every year the leaves change colour,
The stem grows taller,
The roots go wilder,
The change of weather didn't make it move,
It grows still and stronger,
The outside changes year to year,
The stem become fonder for wood,
The roots goes circling around,
The leaves grows bushier till it shade,
Animals started moving in,
Shading under the leaves,
Living under the roots,
All of that across the years,
And it started from a seed.
A seed that is watered,
That is loved,
That seed never changed,
I never change.
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POETRY
PoetryVarious of poems crafted by me and other poets with me for various of occasion. Sometimes we don't know how to express, "let my words become your sentences to express those thoughts"
