The Tree
I wrote this poem while I was waiting for my car to be fixed. I always carry a notepad for occasions like this. Boredom leads to creative things, in this case a poem.
The Tree
The tree so tall and stately,
One forgets it waited so patiently.
From its tiny days when it was born,
When it grew out of tiny acorn,
It waited while it grew to form.
On rainy days or sunny warm,
It persisted through it all.
And then one day, it was so tall.
The Tree
The tree so tall and stately,
One forgets it waited so patiently.
From its tiny days when it was born,
When it grew out of tiny acorn,
It waited while it grew to form.
On rainy days or sunny warm,
It persisted through it all.
And then one day, it was so tall.
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