wilson
Nouveau poète
Because we all spring from different trees we are not created equally Is the true beauty in the tree or in the vast forest in which it breathes the tree must fight 2 breed among the evils of the weeds I find greatness in the tress that grows against all odds it blossoms in darkness and gives birth 2 promising pods. I was the tree who grew from weeds and wasn't meant 2 be ashamed I'm not in fact I am proud of my thriving family tree