The Flower and The Tree
I know not where I go;
I follow as the wind blows
There I met the tree
With it leaves evergreen.
It blossom it bloomed
It mirrored me.
I think I found my home
But the wind wants me to leave
Blowing soo heavily;
I’m scared but the tree stands firm
Proclaiming you will go far and wide
But you shall surely return.
I am you and you are me
Just waiting for you to turn to your tree
Carved and shaped so perfectly.
See!
I need you to flee
Roam wide, Roam free
There you will understand,
The value, when you come back to me.
-Asi
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