I’m fully enamored of this little tree
perched on the edge of our property
that decided to grow horizontally
instead of competing with the crowd for light.
I think the tree knew that it was a joke
to compete with the strong, tall, mighty oak,
or get lost in wisteria’s strangling choke,
so it gave up on the upward fight
and said, I know what real survival’s about,
I don’t have to clutch, claw, scream and shout,
won’t conform to grow up, I’ll just grow out,
To a place where the sun is all mine.
I’ll grow my own way, and I’ll be just fine.
We appreciate that you noticed and described this nonconformist. We are happy to have read about it. Love to you 💕❤️