The Tree Stood Where It Stood
Just a young sapling
With an unhindered view,
It chose its position
And then grew where it grew.
Just a singular tree,
Not in a forest, copse or wood,
Preferring its own company,
It stood where it stood.
A tree in its infancy
Coping with life’s highs and lows,
It takes on all challenges
And it grows where it grows.
Standing resolutely alone,
An independent tree,
This somehow reminds,
Reminds me of me.
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