What She Told Me
I may look stagnant, but every piece of me is moving. I cling tight to the nutrients that flow through me. I'm not like you guys, when the rain
comes you call up the sunshine to fight that frown. I take both and sink my roots deep.
I am the tree, and I only take what I need.
Copyright © Zane Mose | Year Posted 2011
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