Shining down, falling up

Spun in circles

Flung left, pulled right

Not sure where to stand

I find the ground,

Plant my feet, and begin to grow.

My roots grow deep. My arms stretch high.

I observe those around me

And provide support when they need it.

Strangers carve hearts into mine,

And leave everlasting scars.

They cut me down and tear me apart,

Only to use me over and over again.

I need to learn to:

Stand up

Stand strong

And stand free

Because no one deserves

To be treated like a tree.