When a tree grows,
It spreads sideways It curls on itself It widens It tightens It blossoms. When a tree grows, The ground make room To hold space. A sanctuary For the roots To grow tall To grow strong To grow. When a tree grows, It doesn't know how tall it would be. But it's curious It's resilient And it believes. When a tree grows, Like you and me, It is infinite in possibility It lights up with water And it breathes the air And it gently whispers: I am here. I am here. I am here.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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