I am not,
as I once believed,
the leaf
discarded,
trampled,
drained of life.
I am
the tree
deeply rooted
reaching to the heavens
letting go of what is no longer life-giving
so that I may make room for more growth.
Let the winds of change
blow over me.
I will bend
But not break.
I will grow strong
while you try to
cut
me
down.
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