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tiny trees flutter in the wind

tiny trees flutter in the wind
bending with the blow of the wind
stretching their creaky limbs
with the older trees

tiny trees look up to the large pines
tiny trees admire their strong branches
“you’ll get there,” sing the pines on the wind’s song
“grow, my children,”
chirp the robins, the orioles, and the grosbeaks
“we’ll roost in you one day soon.”

M.B.B.
4/29/19

By Meghan B.

Hello there! I'm Meghan. Thanks for checking out my blog!

Although I'm almost 30, I haven't lost my sense of child-like wonder for the world around me. I've been making up stories my whole life: My imaginative play with toys as a child has grown up with me, maturing into my imaginative wordplay with fantasy and sci-fi novels, as well as free-verse poetry. I thrive on creating something with my hands and with my mind, using my pen or my keyboard.

When I'm not working, I'm reading, writing, or knitting--or realistically, sleeping. I also enjoy watching Netflix, occasionally playing open-world video games, or hanging out with my family, friends, or my boyfriend Rory.

Happy blogging!

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