The Bonsai

I was as a tree seedling
Trying to grow on a steep, stony mountainside
Very little soil or moisture
Sometimes the harsh wind blew in some dirt
Infrequent rain barely quenched my thirst
I grew no bigger than a bonsai

Each day a struggle to keep my spirit alive
I tried to help the creatures that came near me
But I had too few leaves to give much shelter
And I could not produce enough food 
So they moved on 
Leaving me lonely

Then came a time that someone saw me
With true love and compassion
He understood my potential
That I longed to be a sheltering home
To others who struggled with life
So he dug me out of the strangling rocks

He took me home and planted me
In a beautiful lush garden
Fed and nourished me
I never lacked for water
I grew and learnt to love myself
As I was loved by him

I was able to nurture so many
Because I had become 
That which I was meant to be
A tall and stately tree
Giving shade and shelter to all
No longer a tiny, tortured bonsai

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