Building A tree



I’m building a tree.

It’s one of a kind

The bark is gnarled and rough

You know, the knobbly kind!

I’m building a tree

The instructions float in my mind

No previous experience necessary

Just the willingness to bind

Hopes and aspirations

The ability to laugh

Yes, and of course

The knowledge of bark!

I’m building a tree

For what, you might ask?

Well to give autonomy

In my ability to complete a task.



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