Tristian Ford

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The apogee of my growth is dazzling to anyone's eye, I'm just another tree pointing to the sky.
Once Covered with Smooth, dark-gray bark, now after all this time of becoming fissured and scaly with age that only hurt when they turn brown, or winter over my stage.
Yet, my growth and beauty are on every viewer's first page.
The three-sided, rigid leaves scatter along my long shoots, and clustered dense tufts at the end of short spurs.
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After a long journey in the wilderness, 
I saw a beautiful tree on the path.
 A sense of infinite peace brooded over the distance. 
The glooming sun cast a rosy hue across the evening sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the path with love, trust, and purpose, leading to this anomaly which made its intention fascinating.

It stood about 14 feet tall,
with low-spreading shrubs and long trailing branches. 
Its evergreen needle-like leaves stirred with the breeze, bending but never breaking. 
In such a way, it seemed to be telling a secret sweeter than the sea or the sky whispers, 
and it was speaking to no one but me.

Respecting the command with one foot in front of the other.
...

You are a person
No matter what kind of person
The person you become is up to you
The things that make you that person;
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Entangled Roots

The apogee of my growth is dazzling to anyone's eye, I'm just another tree pointing to the sky.
Once Covered with Smooth, dark-gray bark, now after all this time of becoming fissured and scaly with age that only hurt when they turn brown, or winter over my stage.
Yet, my growth and beauty are on every viewer's first page.
The three-sided, rigid leaves scatter along my long shoots, and clustered dense tufts at the end of short spurs.
make on-lookers amazed at my favor, a maxim moment because I'm silenced by theirs.
For what seems eternity their beautiful eyes stare.

So I give the best advice, the best way I know how.

Pointing to the sky, in this, we should all avow.
Even if beauty is the only thing noticeable of one another as we look,
at least not one moment was wasted thinking about what it took.
It is nothing to many who pass by, until today, I never thought to ask why.

I even learned how to think and speak when this woman leaned on me and began to cry. I could feel the difference between her and I.

She murmured; ' is any suffering like the suffering that was inflicted on me? ' But there was no way for me to tell her the life of a tree.
As she walks away, I have no choice but to stay put.The places one would go, if I had one Foot.

She leaves behind a smell of melting chocolate mixed with fruits.
Moving onwards with not one thought of my Entangled roots.

The nadir of suffering is somewhere we all must go.

Hoping we understand why the knowledge of good and evil was something He didn't want us to know.
The Knowledge we need in both cases is over our heads. To define the kind of intelligence it takes to make alive, what had become dead.
How do we all manage to adapt to all kinds of climates?
How we die, yet live again, deterioration by way of sin.
The mind continues to learn and adapt despite pain, anxieties, and fears, It would be an immense help to give the purpose to her tears. I've wandered about the transmogrification of these walking, talking beings for years.

They all look different but have the same hoots.

No matter the uncertainty of these pursuits, eventually, we'll understand, Entangled Roots.
-Tristian Ford

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I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight - Malcom x

Fighting the good fight for those who can't fight good -unknown

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

The dumber you are, the harder you life will be. the wiser you become the easier it will be.

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