Working Title.

Faded edges around pink petals,
Hard lines on a gray trunk,
glittering skies in blues and whites.
Roots strong as the setting sun.
I’m alive and here,
Before the world,
Standing tall for all to see
And never afraid of the falling leaves.
Seasons change,
Smiles fade,
But the cycle brings them back to me.

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