The man who died Standing

Unwavering through the storm

I’ve weathered countless before

Still I stand

Growth is sometimes uncomfortable

But provides the sweetest fruit

Still I stand

Deeply Rooted in my purpose

The sky is the limit,I am determined to flourish

Still I stand

Blood sweat and tears tremble rings to my core

Until each of my leaves are finely tuned

Still i stand

Upon my search I see the light

Sorrowfully My brothers fall to worldly Blight

Still I stand

Even as lightning crackles

Threatening to burn

I will stand

This storm too shall pass

Though this one explodes like gunpowder

another crack stings my tracks.

As I am burning, I frantically claw resisting the new light

It’s not my destiny to go this way

But there is no salvation

Undeterred

I stand

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