From our roots we do grow
With nourishment till maturity
We learn from others all we know
Rising from obscurity.
We make a mark upon the landscape
We are what others see
But as we grow with twists and turns
We struggle to be free
Every branch bends and shapes
Twigs can snap as on we age
Trying not to bend with the wind
That blows the wind of change
Throughout our lives we are buffeted
But surely must we grow
And keep the shape we want to be
Keeping strong as these winds blow.
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