Sapling Poem by Sue Chuong

Sapling



Amidst the eye of a storm stood a sapling forlorn
Between two mighty spruces were branches of scorn

Taken much longer to sprout from its roots
Beckoned to land far beyond its astute

Each season yields aspirations anew
But nature's temper brings about a feud

To conform or defy with its branches up high
The young sapling waits looking mystified

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