Cherry Tree © Poem by Roann Mendriq

When I am grown, I'll touch the stars,
declared the proud young Coconut tree;
I am tall with tremendous powers,
Coco laughed and grinned with glee!

And I shall grow to reach the skies,
announced the grand young Tamarind tree,
I shall reach where the eagle flies,
Wild and strong and rich and free!

Beside them grew a Cherry tree,
no higher than the garden wall;
Rosy, pink cheeked, naturally,
Charming, sweet and very small!

'Oh me! Oh my! ' He murmurred low,
'I cannot reach for starry skies,
This is all that will I grow,
Oh woe is me and my small size! '

Then, with shouts of happy cheering,
children streamed into the park;
Like merry stars began appearing,
lighting up the garden's dark.

Around the Cherry tree they played,
singing, laughing, making merry;
Larking, joyful in cool shade,
Crimson lips with sweetest cherry!

I'm glad i'm small, smiled Cherry tree,
For little children can reach for me!
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