The Oak


This little plant standing and wondering
Wondering what will become of it
Will it grow tall and sturdy to be an oak
Or will it wilt and wither as the seasons go
Will there be someone to care for it
Love it, water it and nourish it
Or will it be left alone , battling its fears all by itself
Passers by see this plant
And they always say
Oh this will be a mighty oak someday
But they don't know that this little one
Barely knows if it will last the day
It's afraid to stretch out its little branches
For fear that they may topple its delicate balance
This little oak, fighting the weather
Fighting to be what it feels it is meant to be
I hope it grows, I hope it does
This little oak all by itself..

Comments

  1. Expectations and apprehensions ! Conflict or converge. That's the norm, the challenge every living thing has to confront and conquer.

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  2. Well written..over time the plant will realise it's TRUE purpose that is for greater good and to provide shelter and shade..plant needs to believe in herself and her abilities to overcome all difficulties

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  3. Overcoming the seemingly overwhelming "Fear of the Unknown" is certainly a daunting challenge and hope the little one measures up to it....

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  4. Well expressed. May there be more of joyous outpours and less of fears zeroing in.

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