Fate
The young plant;
borne out of that little seed
produced by the bigger one
hoping to be big someday
as it endures the harsh
but necessary sunlight
almost uprooted by the
vital vind, but for the soil
which hold firm its root
and its determination of maturity
That big tree
Aiding the solitude of men
out of its broad shade
was once a small plant
that perseveres the moments
when discomforts was its food
and resilience, its gymnastic
hoping again that one day
it will be laid to eternal rest
as a beautiful furniture in your home
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