Tree Nature Wood from Pixabay

They Call Me Tree

A well of life to them that seek.

The morning dew and food-light freshen my core.
Inspired.
My thousands shake in the breeze, little leaves, little leaves.
How I love…

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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