A seed falls out.
And floats to land on soft ground.
Rain falls it germinates and a tree grows
Digging it’s roots and spreading it’s branches.
Seasons come and go
Flowers bloom, leaves fall
Some branches are cut off
It floods, there’s a drought
Years and years pass by and the tree flourishes
It smiles in the sun and gives a weary stranger shade
Other trees grow around it but it doesn’t alter it’s path
It doesn’t move when other vegetation encroaches on it
It doesn’t feel threatened.
It’s remains defiant were it stands.
So maybe we should be more like nature.
Flow in our own path and try less to fit in.
I mean we are created to be different after all.