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The Tree

I have love for the grass, the sky, and the sun
I have love for the person I’ll call the one
I have love for the melodies stuck in my head
I have love for the ones I have never met
I have love for the ocean and for the moon
I have love for those who left me too soon
I have love for all these things indeed, the love comes from planting a seed
The seed grew into a root, the root into a tree, and now I sit under it and I read
I read about the things I love
I read about the ones I’ve touched
I realize now life will only ever be, symbolic to the ever-growing tree
Cut into my trunk and you will see, all these experiences inside of me

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