Bent, Broken, Grown Wild

I have climbed mountain peaks
Chased the sun, clung to the air
Kissed the sky daily
But I discovered true beauty
Deep in the forest
Bent, broken, grown wild
A solitary willow tree
Strong, defiant, embracing
Tomorrow

[c 2016 Thomas Fortenberry]

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