Sense
I am a hope
I am a breath
I am what there is when there is nothing left.
I am the tree, two-fold
needing darkness and quiet,
drinking in delicious sunlight.
My roots dig and twist and push.
Here it is I make my stand
as here I have been planted.
The birds I watch go flitting by
come and go through the years.
Though they may fly and wander,
I grow strong right here.
I am a breath
I am what there is when there is nothing left.
I am the tree, two-fold
needing darkness and quiet,
drinking in delicious sunlight.
My roots dig and twist and push.
Here it is I make my stand
as here I have been planted.
The birds I watch go flitting by
come and go through the years.
Though they may fly and wander,
I grow strong right here.
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