by Ryan Nore
There it stood with its limbs outstretched,
Taking in all the sun its delicate leaves could catch.
The beautiful young sapling, in stone set its roots.
A very rough beginning and succeeded by few,
But once this young tree’s roots took hold,
No storm could destroy it, regardless of how bold.
Bending in winds and leaves stripped away,
limbs ruthlessly snapped, yet still the young tree would remain,
Standing upright, outstretched with its glory…
Not “The End”, yet the beginning of the story!