brown tree root

I see this any many of them now,

all about their body of how it glistens,

how it glows and showing now,

No fear but strength within their words,

like a star shining and never going to burn out,

so I feel compelled to tell about mine,

My body is like the soil,

I can be strong and tough to break,

but it can crack too when under pressure or stress,

I can be loose, soft, and less durable too,

I can give in so easily and make a hole within me,

another thing is a provider,

I can protect and give,

I can make beautiful things making others smile,

My body is a canvas as well that people have painted on,

but with that, I added my own colors to make it art,

red, white, blue, green, brown, black,

colors and dirt,

colors and dirt….that is my body.

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