Just another tree
Oh that the world would know me as I am,
Tall, conceded as I stand as if I deserve to be the one standing
And perhaps a semblance bore old of a tree,
I bend to the white wind when it presses, GOD sent, forever remaining humbled.
This awful terrible tragedy of the process of growing by hinderment
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