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My papa used to give me a copy of this poem when I was younger. He told me that the trees around us are like human beings with emotions, and each tree will react to whatever circumstances they are in -- just like humans. Since then, my love for trees grow fonder, the bigger and sturdier they are, the better. Because I believe that every person is a tree honed enough to remain strong for the rest of his life.
Sad that only a few of the young people today appreciate poetry. I have some of Rod McKuen's books that I bought way back when I was still in school. I discovered his work in high school, hiram sa library.
I like the last lines:
"You have to make the good times yourself.
Take the little times and make them big times,
and save the times that are alright for those that aren’t so good."
The poem always reminds me to stay positive, and that happiness is a personal choice.
