If I could grow like a weed
After being drenched by the rain, I would grow with no concern
After being mocked by the wind, I could thrive without a sigh
After being harvested by the farmer, I decide to live without worrying
Footprints of children fall on my body
Becoming glorious tattoos
The withered rose leaned on my chest
I buried her well
My sisters are taller than me
My brothers are short and thin
I love them all just as I love my trees
If I could grow like a weed
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