I am tree



I am tree
losing parts of me
My colored beauty falls
that Spirit wind - it shakes me wild
this is Breaking

I am dying
and I am finding
Death can only bring me life
Laying down - I offer freely
all is well Sacrificed

I am growing
towards great abandon
Reaching low where roots move deep
Come the spring - still I am standing
bearing Fruit




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