Bend. Sway. Go with the wind.
As it howls, such a mighty din.
Roots reach deep.
No longer are they weak.
Branches swish and creak
No longer meek.
Mighty in size, tower over all
Everything bows, all held in thrall.
Yet how long will it take, to in the end fall?
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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