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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