A simple seed, studying through the soil.

Driving through the dirt to designate it’s diploma.

Learning to stand tall and strong for it’s own purpose.

Embracing it’s barked scars, and broken branches.

Loved, by it’s own leaves…

Refusing to let concrete covers control it’s career.

Experiencing adversity in storming area’s.

And yet, still standing through the stress after the disaster.

Sometimes I wish I was a tree…

-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather 

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