DAY SEVEN

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CHALLENGE:
Take a walk out look for a tree and write a poem about the tree in your life's place.

                BRANCHED
This ground where I berry my roots is where I stand,
Breeze blowing trying to bend my body,
But I have seen tougher tasks,
People say I am complex,
Well that is why I have too many branches,
But I say they are all unfinished business that is why they are my parts,
Oh,
What a cynero that life could be cut down,
But just like this tree I do have a life,
Breathing in oxygen and breathing out carbon dioxide in reverse.

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