You are watering my tree. Now I am constantly growing new leaves. My field grows and up springs poppies. This is apart of what your love has done for me.
It is a new season and the harvest is now reaping. My leaves are changing colors. They were once sad. It may be ironic to say, but you have made them glad.
My tree is bending to thank you but you pick up my branches and say, I am your home now. I have always loved you, as you have always longed for someone to love and be loved by.
I then build a house out of my tree and start living to the fullest with the one who teaches me how to love.
- Haley Keen
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