Evergreen


Evergreen

I remember the day you looked at me and said how beautiful you think I am, it made me shuffle in roots. No one ever thinks I’m beautiful. They say I’m boring and just painful. I remember that day so vividly—I looked at you and said My what a awe inspiring sight. To have a human view me not just as a bundle of pine, but more- something pleasing not only to the eye but the soul. That’s what I think you mean when you call me beautiful.

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