Disclaimer: The poem’s mine, no one else’s. And you should know better by now.

Author’s Note: This is yet another poem that I wrote two years ago, only I wrote it in a different time period than I wrote Onto The Trees and The English Guard. My teacher took my class to a botanical garden, and there we were to choose a tree/fern/bush/flower and write about it. And since I was in a depressed mood that day, I wrote this.

Swishing, swaying, swinging

reaching out to touch the

sky,

the branches singing out

to me,

releasing its inner strength,

don’t be afraid.

don’t be afraid to be

yourself.

a loud shrill pierces the

sky,

let me be me.

let me be myself.