At the top of the hill,
there is a tree. In the summer,
it is green and lush. In the winter, the
lush leaves disappear and expose only bare
branches. It’s a lot like people. We look good
on the surface, but when it comes down to it
the ugly branches underneath are what hold our
façade together. We’re all the same. We’ve all
made mistakes, some worse than others. We
all go through tough times. But keep in
mind, no matter what,
it
will
always
be
sum-
-mer
again
soon.
there is a tree. In the summer,
it is green and lush. In the winter, the
lush leaves disappear and expose only bare
branches. It’s a lot like people. We look good
on the surface, but when it comes down to it
the ugly branches underneath are what hold our
façade together. We’re all the same. We’ve all
made mistakes, some worse than others. We
all go through tough times. But keep in
mind, no matter what,
it
will
always
be
sum-
-mer
again
soon.
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So that's just something I pounded out in about five minutes one day when I was in a really bad mood. Maybe I should point out that I'm totally NOT a poet, but I wanted to see what you guys thought of this anyway.
Keep writing! 
