The Foreign Plant
I was once a seed
A seed wrongly rooted
A seed away from home
A seed on a craggy Mountain
An alpine plant once told me,
“You are not one of us.”
My two month old self
Knew none of that
Winter arrived shortly after
Layers of snow swallowed me
Darkness surrounded me
The Abyss imparted itself
Only Time took pity on me
Yet it merely enhanced my suffering
I remained trapped in my misery
Again, without my family
My vision blurred
My looks changed
My stem hunched over
My leaves darkened
It was Spring’s light
That extricated me
Though, somehow, my roots
Still trembled in pain
The cycle repeated itself,
Until Life gave in
I felt the release
I’m no longer just a seed
Today, I’m an oak tree
High up on the mountain
Still growing despite my past,
Though with a different outlook
Acceptance from Mother Nature
Friendship with flora and fauna
Yet, I still have much to desire
And so I will thrive beyond my roots
Copyright © William Huang | Year Posted 2017
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