jaded

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Sometimes when the rain pours down
Making mud of my earthy treasures
Amidst the gray of weather’s cover
I wonder why the jade tree bleeds

Patiently waiting for warmth and wonder
But then comes sun’s relentless heat
Not quite parched nor withered just yet,
I hear the jade tree cry

Yes owl b here to clip your wonder
Stand strong with you in the harshest weather
Then bloom you will, in the warmth of sun
I know why the jade tree thrives

On this path we roam we must from the sun, sometimes lower our sight
For if we never shade our eyes, we will be blinded by the light