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There we are, our depiction is a funhouse mirror reflection you are the baby plant that is watered and fed daily you are cared for and cherished, as your buds begin to grow you are put in sunlight for your stem to grow, your leaves to flourish and your buds to blossom you are replanted in a special place for all to see you are given room for your branches to stretch out and up you were lovingly pruned and preened, held in highest esteem you are protected from the wind and rain, from the frosty pain And there I was at times in your shadow, where I fought for the light I was fed and nourished just like you, I was cared for and cherished just like you but somehow things changed, and I became easily forgotten no regular feeding, no sunlight to grow, no buds to blossom one by one my leaves withered and died,and fell silently to the floor starved of love, starved of affection, such a pathetic reflection but the miracle of life touched me one day and the spark of nature encouraged the green from the grey I have grown strong and mighty, for many to lean on I protect and encourage, and love with joyful abandon Today the reflection in the mirror has changed But the memories are still deeply engraved in the bark
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
Reflection
There we are, our depiction is a funhouse mirror reflection you are the baby plant that is watered and fed daily you are cared for and cherished, as your buds begin to grow you are put in sunlight for your stem to grow, your leaves to flourish and your buds to blossom you are replanted in a special place for all to see you are given room for your branches to stretch out and up you were lovingly pruned and preened, held in highest esteem you are protected from the wind and rain, from the frosty pain And there I was at times in your shadow, where I fought for the light I was fed and nourished just like you, I was cared for and cherished just like you but somehow things changed, and I became easily forgotten no regular feeding, no sunlight to grow, no buds to blossom one by one my leaves withered and died,and fell silently to the floor starved of love, starved of affection, such a pathetic reflection but the miracle of life touched me one day and the spark of nature encouraged the green from the grey I have grown strong and mighty, for many to lean on I protect and encourage, and love with joyful abandon Today the reflection in the mirror has changed But the memories are still deeply engraved in the bark
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
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