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Still Here

I watered my roots
And felt them grow
Until they hit bedrock
And cannot grow anymore

Days burn slow
And I'm still here
Years fly by
And I'm still here

Leaves formed a crown
But they have become brown
Once so exuberant
They slowly fall out

Forests disappeared
But I'm still here
Sunrise and sunset repeat
But I'm still here
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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