Giants | Hannah Rosenberg

Everyday I watch those giants

Standing over me

Their roots sink down

Their arms reach up

Majestic, tall, and free.

Everyday I see those titans

Swaying in the breeze

They hold the ground

They touch the sky

Receiving nature’s deeds.

Everyday I gaze at my rivals

And all I want to be

Not stuck on the floor

Not saved by a roof

Not a small bonsai tree.

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