They were w i n d,
and I,
the
l
e
a
v
e
s.
They were the judges,
and I,
the
victim.
They were the GIANT,
and I,
the willow.
They spoke their words,
and I s i l e n c e d mine.
They left me with
e
m
p
t
y
thoughts,
and I,
I left myself with unsaid
w o r d s.
Many days, I wonder
what it is like to live
in a bottle,
because surely,
one day my words will
e
x
p
l
o
d
e.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
