A poem by @loveyou.quinn
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I wrote this poem on a trip to Australia while at the Sydney Botanic Garden, surrounded by trees, flowers, and birds. I feel like I write a lot about nature and the trees. I’m surrounded by them at home, and feel like they have a lot of symbolism for life and relationships.
Am I the way you think I am
Or am I just me?
Even a tree wonders its worth
If the wind doubts its strength
At every passing breeze.
Why is it the wind’s place to judge?
Even strong branches can break
Straining under a relentless gale.
Am I the way you think I am
Or am I just me?
Even a tree wonders its worth
If the rain floods its vibrancy
As the days pour by.
Why is it the rain’s place to challenge?
Even strong roots can rot
Submerged in a lifetime of showers.
Through it all, hold on.
If I break, I am still me.
If I rot, I am still me.
