A tree grows for growth,
Not to judge the coo of a cuckoo or a crow.
Even when scarred by the axe’s blade,
In its tender youth,
It reaches skyward, undeterred,
Focusing on apical truth.

A tree grows for growth,
Not merely for a sprawling spread.
Its roots dig deep into the earth’s embrace,
While its arms stretch wide,
In quiet grace.

No matter the wounds it bears,
Each ring tells stories of strength and care.
For growth is its purpose, steady and true,
A timeless lesson for me and you.

RSD