Weight of the World

August 31, 2009
By Aman Batra BRONZE, Artesia, California
Aman Batra BRONZE, Artesia, California
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A lonesome tree
In the middle of the wood
In the same ol’ spot
Forever it stood

It withstood, storms, thunder and rain
Able to endure all the pain
But as lightning strikes through eternal night
Its leaves wilt, losing the will to fight

The weight of the world
Upon its arms,
No one ever to
Admire its charms

But deep within its heart
Roots endless in might
Its fears unfold,
Restored with light

For what was dark
Now is divine
A single spark
Ignited the shine

A lonesome tree
In the middle of the wood
In the same ol’ spot
Forever it stood


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