Sometimes people don't remember, and many try to forget
That in reality we are all trees.
Rooted to the ground we were planted in,
No matter how far our branches may grow.
We cannot deny our roots, nor the ground we were planted in
As unchangeable as the colour of our bark or the shape of our leaves.
It is easy to forget that we owe as much to them,
As we do to the splendid topiary, flowers, and fruit.
The higher we climb,
The more beautiful we become,
The easier it is,
To forget our roots.
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PoezieSometimes our loved ones cause us the most grief. And sometimes there's nowhere to run from grief, anger, and anxiety. Growing up can be a difficult journey filled with change, aches, and loss. These poems are the introspective thoughts and memorie...
