New growth born out of old growth
Longer thicker roots
The ends touch the sky
And tickle the clouds apart
So smart
Holding onto the gound
I see further and for longer
My bones both harder and stronger
My days are longer
My eyes are sad not blue
And so very true
I bend to you when i can’t stand
I stand up to you when i refuse to bend
But in the end
I just want to be your friend
Until the bitter end
……….
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 9:08 PM UTC
New growth born out of old growth
Longer thicker roots
The ends touch the sky
And tickle the clouds apart
So smart
Holding onto the gound
I see further and for longer
My bones both harder and stronger
My days are longer
My eyes are sad not blue
And so very true
I bend to you when i can’t stand
I stand up to you when i refuse to bend
But in the end
I just want to be your friend
Until the bitter end
……….
