I once learned that sycamore trees only grow where water is aplenty,
I knew it when I was five and I'll know it when I'm twenty .
I'm not sure where I picked this up; somewhere along life's track,
But Whenever I find a sycamore I think of this odd fact.
I'm not sure how you came into my life,
I don't know what led up to it before,
But some things in this world just make sense,
Like water and the sycamore.
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Under the Sycamore Tree
PoesíaA collection of poems I have written from the times where my mind runs wild with love, anger, sadness, regret, you name it. It's my tangible way of reeling myself in and taking my mind to a place of peace and familiarity: sitting underneath the syca...
