I was a leaf;
A new one;
Soft and small;
Nobody, I believed, could
Take away my shine.
.
The Draught did it though.
I tried hard to fight back;
Clinging to the Tree
As it tried to shake me off;
Fighting to nurture myself;
Trying to the keep the shine.
.
I survived.
When it rained finally,
I was still clinging to the Tree;
Still somewhat green.
I couldn’t wait for the shine to return.
.
It didn’t.
.
But I was
Harder, thicker, sturdier;
I survived.
In the end,
It is all that matters.
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this is such a different perspective, i loved it
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Thank you, Beth! I was also answering the question of whether our experiences shape who we are. I think they do. They make us stronger and resilient.
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wow ! I didn’t expect this: the resilience of the leaf, told from the leaf’s viewpoint; so glad I visited this one !
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Thanks, John! The question of the day was does our experience change us. I think they do.
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