Never give up on me.

I'm like a tree, budding in my love for thee

First, I will not know

For my limbs had not yet been free

From their canopy of leaves

Then when I do, I'll be uncertain,

My eyes still screwed to a bright sun.

I'll grow, and I'm growing

More knowing of my love

(Though it has always been)

And still, you haven't given up on me.

And I promise,

I'll never give up on thee

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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