I Am
At times I am a dusty path
where soles of souls tramp over me.
Sometimes the helpless Lilly
bent backwards by a heavy breeze
that snaps the stem so easily.
But the times I am the tall majestic tree;
opalescent leaves full of fire;
then I am who I truly am-
my glory blazing brilliantly.
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