A tree that grows,
Spreads many ways.
A bird who chirps,
Sings a whole song.
A fire that smokes,
Turns into a flame.
Don't repeat . . . move forward.
May the tree grow old,
May the bird have strong lungs,
May the fire grow proud,
and never stop.
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2017 07:17
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Good write.
Thanks!
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