The Sonnet Man Sees
When I stop to observe and think at length,
I see why the twig wants to be a tree,
While standing in the shadow of such strength,
Reminded of what he could never be.
The twig could never achieve such a girth,
Though his desire grows every day,
Because this mass was predestined at birth,
Before the seed had received the sun's ray.
The finished product is all the twig views,
Because this height is all that the twig knows,
Since he does not want to hear the real news
About how long it took the tree to grow.
He should abandon his need to be big,
And find a use for himself as a twig.
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