Forever

Giant Persimmon Tree

The wind rocks me gently

While the Sun feeds my spirit

And the rains quench my thirst.

I will grow

And become

Abundant.

Cut me if you must.

But know that my seeds

Have fallen

They are my offspring

And through them

I will exist forever.

Published by Jennifer

I've finally found my happy place in sobriety. Yay! Go Me!

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