little Tree

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I'm grounded and growing
My branches are crowing
Aloud

The moment I surfaced
The branches were swerving
About

In sight of a purpose
To revel in certainties
Home

The earth and the sky alight
Better through eyes of the
Bold

Behind The Poem: 

I had gotten good feedback on this poem before so I thought I'd kick off the start of this website with it.


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