Photosynthesis
You think you're in control.
I am your flexible sapling,
easily bent to your will.
I take in the sunshine on my own.
I soak up water through my own roots.
I get taller everyday, growing stronger.
Maybe not today, but one day
I'll be a great big oak and you'll finally see.
Until then, I'll quietly gain strength and let
You think you're in control.
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