A Young Tree - Poem by Kevan Drayton
The leaves are hope, branches are the past encounters.
The trunk is my body!
I grow each day watching life pass by, and fail to realise that my life is also passing each day.
So with this knowledge, I sprung new leaves of hope. And with that new hope came my well deserved destiny.
Once lost but now found, that was me an oak tree.
With new leaves I can finally take a fresh breath of air, and enjoy life a little.
My new found hope brings along my new destiny and to obtain this destiny I need determination.
So with this sense of hope, my roots got stronger and continued to spread through life!
But growing through the soil of destiny, many a times my roots encounter stones of failure, weeds of despair and creatures of mis-fortune.
To be honest, it was tough growing through all those obstacles.
BUT I DID.
Not only for me but other oak trees that followed.....
I now realise that life is a challenge, and nothing is too strong for a young oak to overcome.
So I say, let life enjoy us and trust in yourself cause others do!
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