Tree by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Tree

I’ll grow from bottom up
Against all pulling force
So that my branches reach
The highest-level goals

I will live long and see
That my surroundings change
But I won’t from within
‘Cause my leaves will stay green

I will rejuvenate
Once all the white is gone
And old I will become
But wise like winds of fall

I say this for one thing
You should just imitate

My lifestyle is complete
With love and without hate

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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