The boy and the tree
A boy found an acorn upon the ground
Under a tree which, uncaring left it around
Knowing its chances he lifted the nut
And found on its side a little T shaped cut
He brought it home to a field so large
Making the seed his own personal charge
And with this new precious creed
Under soil he planted the seed
Twas quite a while sense
But the boy never parted hence
The tree grew taller every day
And together it and the boy did play
However a scar did mar the tree
A rift in the side in the shape of a T
Branches never grew where chasm stood
But the boy delighted in the wounded wood
The tree grew even taller still
Even as the boy left to school and learned his fill
Now school had come and gone yet again
But the tree was baffled just right then
The boy had grown faster than the poor tree
And it found the boy was no longer free
“Tree, I’m sorry” the boy explained
But none of the boy’s free time remained
The tree stood numb for ages
Weathered like any old sages
Staring as the boy brought a wife
Aghast as the boy brought a new life
Indeed the boy had grown extraordinarily quick
Yet years rushed quicker for the tree so sick
The tree was still hurt by the boys swift leaving
The old change the tree was still scarce believing
Suddenly the tree awoke from its constant daze
Little receded the constant, fuzzy glaze
Behold there before the tree was the wife and boy
And a little girl holding a little toy
The boy nudged the little girl forward slightly
Yet she just hugged the toy more tightly
However the boy brought her nearer
And the tree saw the similarity so much clearer
The little girl and the tree played
And continued as the family there stayed
The tree later played with the girls new brother
And even grew to like their mother
The tree later lived through the boys death
Even witnessed his finial peaceful breath
Longer still the tree did watch in joy
All of the generations of the wonderful boy
Copyright © Trapper Jones | Year Posted 2025
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