Tea TreeA Poem by Emma RuthRooted I am Cultivated to be the way I should be Unable to grow, unable to roam Rooted I am Little tea tree
But who are you? Why do you stay? Here with me, cultivated and pruned You have no roots, you are not like me; Be on your way - You are not a tea tree © 2016 Emma Ruth |
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