The Void
Bonsi Tree
Sway with the wind on a gentle breeze.
Branches in the stillness of time bend and creek with ease.
Roots steadfast, so that they last, as the tests of time challenge them to grow, my bonsai tree matures too slow.
I feed it water and clip its slender spruces so that they can blossom through and through. My little friend will become a giant amongst trees, as I nurture him into a transition of inner peace.
Spiritual eppervesence lingers within each root as my tree feeds on water so it will help it it on its way, as my bonsi tree sways in the gentle breeze.
Branches in the stillness of time bend and creek with ease.
Roots steadfast, so that they last, as the tests of time challenge them to grow, my bonsai tree matures too slow.
I feed it water and clip its slender spruces so that they can blossom through and through. My little friend will become a giant amongst trees, as I nurture him into a transition of inner peace.
Spiritual eppervesence lingers within each root as my tree feeds on water so it will help it it on its way, as my bonsi tree sways in the gentle breeze.
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Bonsi Tree
Bonsi Tree