A Tree Growing In My Mind
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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A tree growing out of my mind, put there by imagination
so I can see it's beauty reflecting with clarity and
purpose.
Straight up into the atmosphere, touching a part of the
sky I'm not privy to.
Watching the sun shine, and reflect it's rays in
brilliant mirror-like leaves as I gaze upon them, holding
onto branches of the tree growing in my mind for all
time from now on.
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