Poezja

A Tree that once stood alone,
A Tree that was unstable,
And not very strong,

A Tree that did'nt have much of a chance,
A Tree that night did understand,

A Tree that was so afraid to let go,
For that reason,
That Tree never learnt to grow,

A Tree that never felt the warth of the sun,
Or made shadows in the moon,
For a Tree that never seemed to blossem into something new,

A Tree that with branches snapped,
And thunerstorms and huricanes beating on it's back,

A Tree that never grew up to be all it could be,
I wonder what was holding this tree back from his dreams?

By Adam Redfern