Bending With Life

Bending With Life short poem

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Trees all around me.
Trees moving with wind.
Wind is making the trees bend.
Trees bending,
but not breaking with the wind.

Trees are like my life.
Moving with the wind.
I’m bending with the wind,
But I’m not breaking,
with every bend.

Moving with the wind.
Bending in every wind.
Winds are strong,
but with every bend,
I grow stronger.

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