Roots
One day, two trees were planted.
When the seeds broke apart,
And the roots grew,
Each tree had a different start.
For a tree to thrive,
And stay alive,
It is the nutrients
For which they strive.
The tree that was first
Would be the worst.
Its roots gave nothing
As if they were cursed.
Thin, weak, and short
Were the roots it had.
Since the tree had no food,
It would soon go bad.
But the other tree planted
Had plenty of food.
Its roots were long
And built incredibly strong.
This let the tree grow
Unimaginably tall,
Into the greatest tree of all.
The small fragile roots
Destroyed number one,
But the second tree had
Nutrients by the ton.
Now the tale has a moral:
The most important part
Was the roots of the tree
For they gave it a start.
Friends, family, and good habits
Make up our roots.
If they stay strong,
It will give us a boost.
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