The Weak Sapling

The Weak Sapling

Once upon a time, in a land far away
A weak sapling grew, prone to sway
It longed to one day elope
He stood his ground, he held his hope

But as he grew, they drew him near
And as they did, they grew his fear
That never shall, his soul may know
Independence, that dream he saw

But when they all, those trees he knew
All withered and died, he feared anew
That all his life, he thought he wanted
That one very thing, he should’ve rejected

He wished so hard, that it came true
But when it did, his sorrow grew
He never knew, how sad it feels
To be left alone, no talk to fill.