As a tree
I have
conundrums
conflicts
as I stand
my leaves
experience enlightenment
my roots
experience darkness
as I stand
I am composed
of
my leaves above ground
I am composed
of
my roots below ground
as I stand
The dark below ground
the light above ground
energize me
as I stand
I take it all in
while I give it all out
the dark
the light
as I stand
I love to munch
carbon dioxide
to make oxygen
for you
as I stand
Some of you
take me
for homes
for poems
for maple syrup
for white oak bark
for Cinnamon
for shade
for granted
as I stand
for you.
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