It's amazing how much I have grown
I've come a long way and now
I find myself on the otherside of the fence
in unfamiliar territory.
As I approach the roots of a lovely flower
I say to myself
"This cannot be"
The roots of this lovely flower has treated me
so unfairly.
Could it be,
That I am attached to this tree?
Maybe it's because there are too many roots that
look just like me.
Is it the fact that I'm long and strong and she feels
intimidated?
Maybe she doesn't like the fact that there's other
roots I have created.
Or maybe it's just that I'm not a flower like she
Could it be.....?
this is a really nice poem, sun!
one love Corey & co