I thought I could have been a flower until I realised I was not that delicate. My roots were too thick and they sunk too deep into the ground. I had scars that the stems of a petunia could not carry so I decided I was an Evergreen. I am shade for the weary woman carrying her child on her back. I bear my own fruit in and out of season and I don't look at other trees with envy, instead I rejoice because my creator made me beautiful with arms as branches to embrace love and drink deep of it. I stand tall and I fear nothing, I am who I am. Evergreen.
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