This is to all my roots, my true friends.
A Tree stands tall and proud,
but not on its own.
The Leaves of a tree,
come and go, as season change and weak wind blows.
The branchs by stay study,
but a hard enough wind, and down they go.
But deep in the earth,
the roots hide, but hold the tree up tall.
the wind may blow and blow but they never let go.
True Friends hold you up.
In tough times as well as good.
YOu have friends that stay for a season.
And friends that stay only in good times.
You have to know what firneds are which,
because you'll only hurt yourself trying to hold on.
from L-R: Me, my cuz Garret, my cuz Ali, and my turest friend my sister Grace. <3
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