To the trees,
Your green crowns standing proudly against the sky;
To the trees,
Trunks twisting every which way
Rooted firmly to the earth
With your crests in the clouds.
To the trees,
From dogwood to pine,
Evergreen to maple -
Blossoms -
Leaves -
Twigs -
To some, you are sticks upon the ground;
To me, you are proud and strong
Sturdy and weathered
The picture of royalty.
To the trees, standing tall and mighty
The mothers of the wilderness.
To the trees,
And the shimmering, dappled green.
It's a choice, every day.
It's a choice to love someone
To reach out your hand
To open your heart
And it's a choice to keep loving them
Through thick and thin.
It's a choice to stop.
I feel completely
Lost
Alone
By
Myself here.
No company
Could fix this.
Drowning in my own emotion,
Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.
I can't think straight,
Can't be
Bittersweet goodbye -
Half the grade is happy.
Half the grade is crying inconsolably.
There are tears and smiles
And hugs and laughs
And tissues and noses being blown
While the flowers bloom in the field
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