The green bushes were turned into red algae, The harsh fire was in icy chamber of my adult tree. The skills were mixed up but the direction was fussed, The old roots were already stunted, how can then a banyan buzzed. Still he has made me unique, for a chance given a life to lead. Here's the second #collab prompt for the Day 12 of #NaPoWriMo. Write a poem that begins with #wheniwas12 #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba