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The seeds of the tree I’m about to become planted
Anxiously waiting for the first sprout
For the roots to come about
For the first green leaf
The relief of knowing summer is to come
My height, reaching for the sky and then some
The vibrant color, the comfort
The breeze flowing through my leaves
The suns radiant rays giving me my beautiful pigmentation
Such a creation, the hydration in my foundation making
My trunk grow thicker and thicker
My roots, longer and longer under the surface of the earth, through the dirt
Oh fall, flying towards me at 100 MPH like a fastball
no more green
no more spring, or summer
will I recover?
mother, will I find another lover?
the thunder, through the slumber
the circumstances leaving me breathless
the leaves breaking from my branches
crashing to the ground
winter’s coming around
branches snapping, collapsing
no more humidity, or placidity
intoxicated with dryness, unruffled silence.
death is upon me.
but spring will make a U-turn
I will earn back my green leaves, my strong roots
my attributes will come back to me
this not the last of me.