Poem: Untitled Poem 3

You and I, my brother,are not different. Yet there is much I can learn from you—I can learn to drive my roots down deep into Earth's rich soil and become steadfast; I can learn to grow against the sky and be a calm, patient resting place for many chattering friends who come along; I can learn to stay pliable and gently sway in the winds of change, for they will pass, and we remain. Should the sky above decide to seek me out as lightning's aim, I will not argue with my lot, nor quiver. For even split apart and scattered, life would soon begin anew. I will not fade away but only be transformed into something even more glorious.

Travis Masch San Francisco, California

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