June 16, 2021. 9:58 AM
We are trees
Our skin gets brown
Like tree barks
Freckles appear
We turn stiff
Like logs
Our limbs creak
Like branches in the wind
Hair falls off and changes
Like leaves through seasons
We are trees
YOU ARE READING
Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
