Trees

A tree stands still. 

It grows from a seedling,

A small little thing

destined to be something great.  

 

A tree stands still. 

Waiting for it's turn to shine. 

It goes through some of the toughest things. 

Still destined to be something great. 

 

A tree stands still. 

Now realizing it's potential. 

It has gained tremendous strength.  

Fullifiling it's destiny to be something great. 

 

You are the tree that stands still. 

You grew from a small little thing. 

You might still be waiting for your chance to shine. 

You will gain strength. 

You go through the toughest things. 

You will realize your potential.

You will gain strength. 

You are destined to be something great. 

 

This poem is about: 
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