I am a tree
Sprouting leaves
But my leaves too will leave
I am a tree
My thick bark protects me
But contains deep scars
Beneath my bark are layers of life
The history of my surroundings
But my heartwood is dead
My heartwood still supports me
It won't decay or lose strength
But it's only because of my thick bark
My outer bark- gained over decades;
Protects me from the destruction of my
Heartwood
For being
Vulnerable
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I am a tree
Sprouting leaves
But my leaves too will leave
I am a tree
My thick bark protects me
But contains deep scars
Beneath my bark are layers of life
The history of my surroundings
But my heartwood is dead
My heartwood still supports me
It won't decay or lose strength
But it's only because of my thick bark
My outer bark- gained over decades;
Protects me from the destruction of my
Heartwood
For being
Vulnerable
Gracie Pickard April 13, 2014
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