versa vice
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Evolve > Mutate
A tree stands sturdy, heavy, rigid,
Endures the summers, the winters frigid.
It molded itself to a perfect form,
Housed the birds and fed the worm.
It needs no make-over, keeps no vows,
It simply is, and slowly grows.
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