In my own spot I spend all my days,
from my own view I learn knew ways.
I yearn to venture like the travelers passing
A silent watcher I am destined
For forever I am silent
No need for sleep, I never tire
The sun gives me health and power
My many friends live on my limbs
Cold, hot, wet or dry
They come and go with the season’s whims
The worst of the seasons is winter
Definitely a lonely few months for me, very bitter
No other of my kind in sight
I wish almost every night
A little trunk will be brave enough to sprout
A friend beside me would help pass all my time
All this knowledge ive gained is worth much more
When shared and not hidden, lost with me
After I am gone, back to the dust of the earth
Oh the importance of a friend and knowledge.
This is a poem we were required to write in one of our classes. It had to be about nature, I am no poet for sure, but this is what I came up with.
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