The Story of the Tree

There once was a tree,

Who lived near a hill.

A tree so ambitious,

It struggled to stay still.

The tree had a goal,

And this was its mission:

To see over the hill,

That was its vision.

But this tree was clever,

And knew not to rush.

The tree wanted to be big,

And even more plush.

So the tree dug its roots,

Deep in the ground. 

While others grew up,

The tree made not a sound.

The others grew tall,

The others grew big.

While clever little tree,

Let its roots dig and dig.

Then finally one day,

The tree felt it was ready.

Ready to rise up real high,

But still remain steady.

All began to watch,

As the tree started to rise.

Clever tree grew and grew,

And all were surprised.

He passed all the tall ones,

And he became the best.

All looked to him,

But the tree still would not rest.

Sadly, one day,

The tree would not rise.

Its limbs were too heavy,

It’d have to find compromise.

There was only one way,

That the tree could still grow.

To cut off a branch,

A dear friend and fellow.

The branch was its favorite,

For it held many flowers.

But the branch was real heavy, 

And the tree needed more power.

So with tears in its eyes,

The tree let the branch fall.

It needed to be done,

For the tree to grow tall.

At the end of the day,

The tree began to flourish.

With more energy than before,

And even more purpose.

The tree rose and it rose,

And it could not be stopped.

Then finally one day,

It reached the tip top.

The tree finally was tallest,

And over the hill it could see. 

But the tree kept looking down,

At all the other smaller trees.

The tree thought he’d be happy,

He thought he’d be content.

But his heart felt unrest,

And he began to lament.

One day the tree understood,

Why he felt so down and so blue.

A voice in his head said,

“There’s no one to celebrate but you.”

So one day he looked down,

To the tree closest in height.

It just happened to be,

The tree to the right.

He thought of a plan, 

To feel less alone.

He started to work,

To help others become grown.

He dug his roots deep,

And entwined with another.

Then this tree became taller,

And the two were like brothers.

The tree that he helped,

Did the same for another,

And the cycle repeated,

Until the landscape was covered.

The tree from the start, 

Was happy as could be.

Surrounded by friends,

And towering trees.

The End