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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