Me, a Tree?

I wrote this for a language arts project at school. it's reflects the book Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson.

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       A tree

        grows to the sky;

       Strong and Beautiful,

       Old initials carved into its

          trunk; a dead limb hanging,   

               waiting to break away. buds         

      growing, dead leaves always

    falling. This tree, Strong

    and Beautiful

    flawed,

  like

  you

   and me.

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Author's Note

This is supposed to be a shaped poem. can you tell what it is shaped like?

Reviews

[Steve]

Death and rebirth, it's all part of the wider cycle. 'Beautiful but flawed', ourselfs reflected in nature, I think this poem is perfect, a great piece. I read this a while ago, and thought i reviewed :(, always a pleasure to revisit your work though :)