My growth is slow, determined.
In time I will stand tall.
I hate winter. I love summer, the bright sun.
I feast under the sun.
My skin, my armour is thick.
When face to face, certain death,
Stand I will. To the end I fall.
Who am I?
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
My growth is slow, determined.
In time I will stand tall.
I hate winter. I love summer, the bright sun.
I feast under the sun.
My skin, my armour is thick.
When face to face, certain death,
Stand I will. To the end I fall.
Who am I?
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