‘A sapling grows’

From a seed, a sapling grows;
sprouting skyward, up it goes.
Stretching for the distant sun. 
Roots dig-in where water runs.

Light filters into a wooden glen.
The soil is rich that it dwells in.
In the shadow of a giant’s feet;
barely above the mossy peat.

Steadfast it keeps a grip on life.
Weathering its climactic strife.
During each storm and drought 
survival will receive no doubt.

From an earthen floor it springs. 
Tall and true, the path of kings.
Soon this tree will rule them all.
In the forest court, it stands tall.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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