I'm not fragile
I'm not made out of glass
I won't break
Or shatter when I crash
But I'm not impenetrable
I'm not reinforced steel
I can't keep you out forever
Or keep my heart sealed
I am a tree
Made of strong wood
The wind blows my leaves
But I stay where I stood
You can cut me down
But it's not as easy as it looks
My spirit remains
Like the roots that grow underfoot
Sharpen your ax
But I'll grow tall again
A tree is hard to cut
When it has bark for skin


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