With roots in the ground
tightly sealed,
merrily
the sapling stood in the field
Being played by the wind
it really despised
“I
don’t want it”, the sapling summarized
Years and wind both swept
past
to
escape swaying sapling grew real fast
Its girth roots and leaves
grew in size
all
the years did make him wise
Standing tall in the
middle of the field
it
observed the wind and its deed
Just like a mother wind
carried a seed
brought
minerals and soil for it to feed
The grown sapling now had
the picture clear
what
the wind did was fondling its dear
Knowing what it lost was a
caring friend
it
prayed if again it could sway with wind till its end………..
