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May 2020
Take a look at the trees
The sunflowers, and things
all stretching towards the sun
In earnest desire

They twist and they turn
They bend and they bow
As they reach for the sun
Their source, of life

They might get burned
They might get drowned
Yet still
They hold their Ground

How I wish I was
Those trees
Bending not breaking
Growing, despite so many things
Written by
Brooke
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   Mark S
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