One small tree.
Simple, humble, plain.
Wind blows.
Then rain.
Thrust sideways.
Leaning, swaying hard.
Roots reach
Through sward.
Ripping away
Small branches and leaves
Stays strong
Achieves.
Sun comes.
Grounded, strengthened, deep.
Roots firm.
Life keep.
Love the word "sward"! Epic! This poem reminds me of one of my personal favorites, "Good Timber." Keep creating! Poetry can be an unfiltered look at truth, not restrained by the rules of grammar :). Yours is beautiful!
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