A bonzai tree t'was,
It's growth was forced to pause,
It travelled to it's future,
Unmindful of it's small stature,
Long years in the shade,
Growth perhaps it forbade,
Out now in the open,
Under the benign eye of the sun,
And with water aplenty,
It decided to have a new identity,
Leaves and flowers have sprouted,
At heights one would have doubted,
A change in the surrounding,
The tree's growth has left us wondering,
Unshackled and eager to show,
Was now the immense desire to grow,
Today I learnt a new story,
A change if desired for your history,
Conditions, hesitate not to tamper,
Your progress, of those which hamper.
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