Lot In Life Poem by Paul WilsonSuffield

Twas my fault at first, for I didn’t know
That my lot in life was to spread and grow.
In the sun I lay, warm and content
Roots did sprout, to make their descent.
Through the crust of the soil, to the moisture below
To reap the goodness, and force me to grow.
Up through the air to the clouds I stand
To out stretch my arms, across the land.
Giving shade and comfort, to who rest below
To aid the traveler, before he must go.
Its been many years now since I first stood alone
All the seeds I did sprout have taken flight and grown.
My time is done, I must whither and die
Making space for the young, before they know why.
You see their lot in life, is to spread and grow
To aid the traveller and their seeds to grow.