would my limbs snap from the weight they hold from snow?
or would I remain steadfast for the lives that lie beneath,
knowing I am a home to many?
—yeah no—
calculating how you provide to others
can't be a means to withstand harsher conditions
let your limbs go if nature says so
the rest is none of your business
you are just a tree.
About the Creator
Amashira
Healing my inner child one poem at a time.



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