Hey world!
A tree. How is it as a tree?
I wouldn’t know, I am just a 15-year-old girl. I live my life through events that make me who I am.
But what about trauma? Do you think that trees go through trauma? I hope not.
If reincarnation is real, I wouldn’t want to come back as a human being. I want to be a tree.
Never mind I'll do a poem...
Glorious Tree by Surenna Palma
I open my eyes to see the glorious light
I shield away from it slightly
How can something be so beautiful?
Yet so blindingly bright
Standing in the mirror
Here is one of the worst
Looking at that person
Living in fear
All through the house I mope
Frowns plastered on my face
It dark inside
With no energy, no hope
I see them
The glorious people
So happy, so gorgeous,
So thin...
Outside I see a tree
Calm,
Collected,
And free
I don’t want to be dead
Not quite
I just want it over
Maybe it's time for bed.