My Mind -As a Metaphor-
My mind is a tree,
With millions of leaves
Connected to millions of twigs
Connected to 58 branches.
There are squirrels too.
(Lots of them)
The roots -like a mangrove- burrow and conquer.
It grows when it shines,
Sleeps when it's dark,
And shrinks beneath the cold.
You should see it when it blooms;
It's full and quite lovely.
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