For all of his branches
The way they hold fast in a breeze
For all his expanses
Roots anchor to bedrock, he cleaves
For nature’s advances
Battered, poisoned, soil stained and steeped
Satirical dances
Mourning most at his loss of leaf
"I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free." Every story has an impact, each tale matters
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
December Rose 
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