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Mifflin Trip - Phipps; 3.24

I hate to see so much violence,
it makes me not balanced.
I feel so much tension
as if someone is about to go on a mission.
I smell weed
that people use to meet
there needs.
I hear so much shooting it makes me want to lose it.

To have hope you want to acheive and accomplish a hard task. To have hope is not give up as fast. To hear hope you can understand the words of encouragement. To feel hope is when your down, someone is there to hold your hand. To taste hope is the bitter sweet positive words in someone's mouth. To smell hope is the new refreshing smell of not giving up and moving forward.

I am the tree I am above a lot of things below me.

I get the breeze usually in all of the seasons.

And in Fall and Winters my leaves leave me.

I create the shade and habitat for many.

There's not just one of me there's plenty.

I change colors based on my atmosphere.

For the most part I am green and clear.

When i hear of the word street i picture cars coming from different directions, people roaming around,people thinking they are thugs and even seeing little bugs. also kids playing some as its raining. And people having fun out in the sun.

Dear ole me,

As i sit here and look around i tend to wonder off feeling the pain of my own inner self. What have i grown to be. I'm old. My bark is peeling I feel no use for myself anymore. It's like i failed the people I can no longer supply oxygen. I look around and everyone looks the same as me. DEAD. I'm next, i can feel it.

Sincerly,

The dieing tree