Embedded in soil,
life begins to form,
aching for light, water,
slowly unfolding, maturing,
growing branches infused with love,
and leaves holding the blood of care,
towering above all.
But eventually what goes up must come down,
a concept unavoidable,
even for a soul so sturdy and strong,
so it settles without regrets,
peacefully,
and another takes its place.
3 comments:
nice one!!! awesome! good luck in the sports class
yeah hope you have fun in the sports class! who else is in it?
that poem is really good because it is a poem that people could easily make connections with.
well done!!!
thank you for you as always helpful feedback primprim! thanks miss candy!
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