Tough and strong,
Bold and unyielding.
Roots dug deep
It will not be easily moved.
Beauty coming from up above,
Hopes held high,
That all will see.
Once so tiny that no one knew what to behold.
Would it blosom, would it grow?
Now the years have passed,
And here it stands
Life so strong,
It gives what it can.
When pain is inflicted
It does not move.
Standing strong until demise.
Author notes
We went outside one day during English and wrote a poem about a tree. It could be metophorical or actual. This is what came about.
Please tell me what you think
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Mel-the-Believer
I sure hope that you got an A on it. I think that it deserves one. You always amaze me with the depth of your poetry.
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