Sometimes I feel like a tree
My roots spread out below
While my twisting branches reach for the sky
My roots soak up the nourishing rain
My unfurled leaves soak up the sun
A gentle breeze rocks me
And I breathe deeply, and sigh
Peaceful in my life as a tree
"The true criterion of the practical, therefore, is not whether the latter can keep intact the wrong or foolish; rather is it whether the scheme has vitality enough to leave the stagnant waters of the old, and build, as well as sustain, new life." -- Emma Goldman
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