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Brave people 
I grow...on...
Weeds surround me...
Beads falling playfully...
Rivers, like vines, entwine...
Roots of moist seep in so fine

Because I cried
In this wilderness
I grow, I grow (x2)
Happily, I glow,
You know? You know?
This tree I am
Never a free river
Next to the lamb
I see life born and wither

The bark is closing in on me
Why can't I be simply free?
In my distress,
I rot...
Then...
I rise...
I grow...
I flourish...
Exquisite excellence and effulgence shelters me...
I have been healed again by thee
God's gracious auras give me renewal of faith...
Hopes and fears float around me...I bathe...
In branches, birds and the blues...
Don't ever feed me your old news...

But, I'm all alone
On my own again
In the prairies
Of flutt'ring fairies
I long to be...
A better me...
Adequately growing on
Reality is - I need to be nourished by the sun
I honor the Son
Who shines on me everyday and night
Without a shame...what a delight!
Everything is starting to look black and white...
I will keep expanding with all my might tonight...
I'm ascending from sorrow
I'm descending tomorrow

Don't drown my high hopes

I long to be 
A better me
Not this saddened tree,
Wet with woe...don't give me your frowning blow (negativity)
Rooted down on the spot
I'm brown from head to toe...I see...I see a crow...

In my distress,
I rot...
The woodpecker has arrived yet again...
Alas, to my misfortune, he has dug deep
The weeds are spoiled rotten...
My roots are roaming about...they seep...
Underneath my bark
Give me your nirvana nectar
Right now please...
Put my branches and leaves at ease

Where is the blasted blessed breeze?
Oh do stop acting like a tease,
You whirlwind of hopelessness
I'm quite aware of the mess I'm in...
At least I'm not paper thin...

I've been an ancient wood piece...
But, tranquil, I have grown out to be
Give me peace, Lord, give me peace
I long to free like a butterfly possibly

Shy children
Swing on the swings 
Reminds me of childhood
When they used to carve their notes on me...

This tree I am...this wretched tree I am
Is breaking apart like a poorly built dam

Flutter in other lands,
Sparrows and doves and pigeons of all sorts
Flutter in other lands
And in others' giving hands

For, I am just a tree
How pathetic I have turned out to be
But, be nice to be...don't discard me...
I am a strong, bold tree...
I am a humble, serene tree,
Keenly watching others' pass on by

I don't have a voice, 
But I am silently in bliss
I am meditating in happiness
I have room to rejoice...
Though I'm rooted to the spot...
Here I am...this tree I am - no longer naught...

At least I don't feel like I'm rotting...

Endless streams of dreams
I've been having since I can remember,
I think it was last December - 
A dream of many people,
Accepting me, not rejecting me...

Feed me your soil of sanity,
Not your wastelands of insanity 

Wings of doves break by the seams
Violent Times have been attacking my frame of mind
Trying to think outside of my bark...
I can't, but I'm rooted to the spot,
Watching a rainbow lark...hark! (listen!)
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