Sometimes,
I'm a tree, strong and free...
Living in my minds' forest of dreams.
And well, sometimes,
I am a tiny green pebble,
Being washed down a deep winding river.
Sometimes,
I am a crow, distant and laughing,
My shadow below me as I fly past horizons.
Y'know sometimes,
I'm a young innocent child,
Forever vunerable, trusting and naive.
Tree,
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