A tree stands alone on the precipice,
Its fingers dug deep in the sand.
Although time and the elements eat at its world,
It proudly, defiantly stands.
Its branches still reaching for heaven,
Its roots bare and washing away.
To all others its fate has been clearly seen,
Yet it stands, more determined each day.
One more day it gives shade to the weary,
One more day it gives replaces our air.
One more day it is given to fulfill the plan,
Of the Almighty Father up there.
We can learn from this proud little sapling,
When we look deep into our own cup.
When the things of this world seem to wear us away,
We can bend, but never give up.
~Galaxynova
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Random Poems created by: Me and Others
PoetryHey Galaxynova here! So I decided to put some of my poems I made on here to share with you all and I will also put poems created by others as well. I will try to update as much as I can. Well that's all, I hope you will enjoy it. Goodbye for now. P...
