GreenA Poem by GaigeWe are seeds on the wind Daring our young souls to grow Admist the ones we love In happy, little groves
We are sprouts made of hope Reaching ever higher Following the sun's set Walking lonely roads east to west
We are trees of beauty Adorned in memories Making this life worth while Waiting for our turn to sow seeds
© 2011 Gaige |
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