2023 - 2025

The world reflects how I should see,

the vines they twist and bend so free

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They breathe, adapt, express and sing,

oh, what joy and peace they bring

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In the storm, trees crash and shake,

yet still their purpose will never break

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The wind will hiss with rain and thunder,

but maybe that’s their praise, I wonder

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If they transform, then so should I,

my heart cries out, my growth is nigh

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I stare in awe at the sights I adore,

the world presents me an open door.