The hot beating circle in the sky has met the shore
and shimmers off into the deep glistening waters.
The blue above has faded into bright orange shades and pink streaks
the water hits into my sturdy maple trunk while darkening the wood below
this scene would bring tears to any woundering soul or lost angel
I, unlike any other, do not wish to dwell here and abide by natures rules
I cant help this desire to stare onto the horizon, wishing my roots would break free from the
prisonious sand holding it captive, my stiff branches to extend longer lengths, far enough
to reach new lands. Enough for my bright leafs to touch the other side of the waters
and seek adventure, to know and see different, from what i fear my folige will never see.
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