Thrashing dashing and driving into her
Pounding and gravelingat the sweetest soul
Trying to in-earth her deeply into the ground
Only to see the most marvelous spectacle they had ever laid eyes on
She emerged from the soil with grace and fluidity
Vitality and elegantly planted roots contorted through the rich fertile soil
If only they knew they would trace her trunk so strong and straight
She stretched with branches so elegant like a willow
Gracefully they would flow through the toughest of storms
Strong like the cypress she could withstand submersion
Twisting and dancing through the darkest of hurricanes
She would not only provide shade and cool a breeze
She would provide love and light with the gatherings she held
Sharita Cormier ©
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Sharita Cormier
Guys, I am a performer, singer, and writer. Earth has been extraordinary for me. Hiking through this place is intoxicating. Music, words, and fire feul my existance. I have two associates degrees. Completing the third is a task in it's own.
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