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I am part of many groups
Yet, not part of any
Part of the crowd
Yet, free like a bird
Like the neem tree
Rooted
And its branches sway free
There she would be
Under a spruce tree
Wild and free
Like sand at sea
Holding the waves frenzy
Filled with so much spree
Scenic and capri
Down to earth to thee
The rain and sun give her glee
Moon and stars zzz
Her roots are key
The door to the tree
A foundation to the marque
It's branches and leaves agree
Knock on wood she be

Logan Robertson

1/03/2019
Applaud the efforts of the Audubon and other conservativation groups that save the forest and trees. This preservation preserves the carbon, which the lack of such, as we're seeing, contributes to climate change. The roots of the tree goes beyond majestic, myopic and metaphors it can make man moralize.
There’s Life on moons dark
Alien life forms are there
watching when moons full.

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Dark side of moon calls
to be investigated
So people know truth
just thinking about Moon
If a boy,  
  why not a poet

If a poet,
  why not a warrior

If a warrior,
  why not a hero

If a hero
—why not a man

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
 Jan 2019 WendyStarry Eyes
Pyrrha
You were born with wings
Not to live life in a cage
But to fly, to soar
Haiku's are so easy, I've been experimenting
Earth:   Three trillion trees.
Moon:   No cotton seeds.
Mars:    No face to feed.
Yet billions here seek shade.
There are more trees on earth than the combined number of stars in several galaxies.
All the trials she has faced,
every obstacle in her way
can never compare to the grace
God has flowered in her day.

She lived many days frowning
but now she can rejoice.
No more crying or drowning.
Just a sweet song in her voice.

She gave Him her everything
which strengthened her to grow.
She found her everlasting King
and she will never let go.
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