𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕

#32

When it feels like you're losing it all,
How life somehow makes you feel small.
Remember, like trees, you too find your place.
Even when life seems like a race.
They shed their leaves, a yearly refrain.
Yet stand tall, through storms and rain.
Through the harsh winds of change, they sway and bend,
Yet they wait for the promise of spring to ascend.
So in your darkest hours, when despair takes its toll,
Recall the resilience of trees, the story they extol.
For even when it seems all hope is gone,
Like the trees, stand tall, and carry on.

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