🤍PROLOGUE🤍
I hope this finds you when you need it..
Prologue: Inhertiance of Nature
Dear fearful person..
I know you haven’t won..
You could be disappointed..
Things not high as u pointed..
But do you see the tree?
Losing its leaves naturally..
What could make it not rebloom?
Unless its death looms?
Do you not see the trees?
Standing still and bravely?
The loss doesnt make them stop..
They wait for spring’s hope
So Bloom with Grace..
And Cherish it all…
And when time comes you face–
The harsh fall..
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Welcome to poetry of Creator R’s ninth grade. This is a poetry dump of my emotions throughout the journey, filled with mysterious symbolism only extra poetic people interpret in different meanings.. My story is hidden in those unarranged poems. Its a secret section away from my fantasy stories and The imaginary world..
