A Tree of Hope
My new tree grew green
Grew different from the one
I once had seen
How beautiful her scene is in the sun
She is the one upon whom I lean
To sit by her shady boughs, I run
She is so pure and pristine
The competition is done
She is the beauty queen
Hold on
I always come back to my reality
Hating my personality, dealing with insanity
Until I see the sun beams
Infiltrating her greeny leaves,
Beams of hope she gave me
Making me able to cope, they save me.
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