Have you ever
noticed when you
look at the trees
in the winter
they're all brown
once they've lost all their leaves?
Except one,
the Sycamore.
It stands proud and white,
It shines bright
like a star
on the darkest of nights.
But the Sycamore isn't
white on its own.
Like the rest, it is brown,
Then it sheds
its rough bark
and is the brightest around.
So when you're lost
and you're wondering
just how you should be,
shed your bark
and shine bright
like a Sycamore tree.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Have you ever
noticed when you
look at the trees
in the winter
they're all brown
once they've lost all their leaves?
Except one,
the Sycamore.
It stands proud and white,
It shines bright
like a star
on the darkest of nights.
But the Sycamore isn't
white on its own.
Like the rest, it is brown,
Then it sheds
its rough bark
and is the brightest around.
So when you're lost
and you're wondering
just how you should be,
shed your bark
and shine bright
like a Sycamore tree.
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