At A Tree
By sidewinder
I look at a tree and see what I see, The tree has been cut, Yes, trimmed from the sky, But in a way it's beautiful and pleasing to the eye, Its branches reach out as if to cry, Why am I held from reaching my full potential? Still I survive, Yes... That's what I see, I wonder what the tree sees in me? July 8, 1985Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 03:20 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn contemporary
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"I look at a tree..."