jaded
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 yet, nor withered;
I hear the jade tree cry
Yes I'll be the one to taste your wonder,
Stand strong with you in the harshest weather
Then bloom you will, in the warmth of sun;
and sing of the jade tree's flowering beauty
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
#perfectionisbullshit
#icannotseewhatyousee
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