Roots

Roots

My roots run deep into the earth

where the insects roam.

My hair blows in the wind

flowing with the sky.

My arms open wide to hug the world; 

Yet,

people hurt me, abuse me, take

me for granted, and cut me down;

But,

it is my destiny 

to be a tree.

tree                                  pic by danfador@pixabay

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