Since you were first seen by the naked eye?
A little seed swept by the salty air,
Planted on baron ground where no one would care.
You grew on your own,
Bending from side to side,
All alone and restless with no reason for pride,
To stand tall, like every other tree,
With your limbs outstretched to the Wild Blue Sea.
Instead you chose, and not your blame,
To winde around the rocks with your crooked little frame,
A position by some unsightly to behold,
But for me alone, you have a story to be told.
You weathered the wind, the rain, and the storms;
And now you seem weary, and yet still warm..
You've grown on your own, a direction suited only to you,
You have your peace and tranquilty that is shared by few.
So keep on growing my little friend,
For you are the lucky one in the end,
Not governed by others telling you how to grow,
Just living your life, as only you know.......
AND HERE IS MY LITTLE TREE ALL GROWN UP...AS "IT" IS AN ACTUAL TREE ON THE COAST OF WINTER HARBOR,MAINE THAT WEATHERED ALL THE STORMS.
