He was a mighty Sitka spruce
In the dense forest,
Always stretching for new heights,
But I was nothing but a bonsai tree,
Small, beautiful to look at, yet
Extremely fragile and insecure
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
He was a mighty Sitka spruce
In the dense forest,
Always stretching for new heights,
But I was nothing but a bonsai tree,
Small, beautiful to look at, yet
Extremely fragile and insecure
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