Day 7- Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.

As the frost begins to spread,

The snow, cold, pressed all around me,

My leaves fall off,

Branches hang empty,

I am dead.

I am dead.

Knowing that spring will

Bring

A rebirth,

I just have to get there.

Survive until then,

Make it through this harsh time,

Soon I will bloom,

Soon,

I will bloom again

With colors bright and strong,

Power mighty,

I will bloom again.

I just have to

Get through this harsh cold.