Just like the sprout of a tree,
I will grow.
Slowly but surely, nurtured by the sun and rain that my friends are.
Under the warm embrace of the sunbeam
Under the gentle touch of the cold droplet of rain
I will grow.
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Armewriting : Poems.
PoetryThe simple writing of a young adults trying to live her life.
A tree
Just like the sprout of a tree,
I will grow.
Slowly but surely, nurtured by the sun and rain that my friends are.
Under the warm embrace of the sunbeam
Under the gentle touch of the cold droplet of rain
I will grow.