Small Tree in the Forest

Small tree in the forest – Starting life anew;

How tall will you grow – In a decade or two;

Will you grow straight up – As you strive for sunlight;

Or will you grow twisted – With a trunk not quite right;

Oh tree! What great joys – And trials shall you pass;

As life pulls you along –  In it’s river, so fast;

Wil you survive cruel wars – In some far, distant lands;

Or could war come close-by – From some invading bands;

Will your branches survive – A strong engulfing fire;

Or will your branches wilt – From a long drought so dire;

Will your trunk live to see – Our great country divide;

They say no empire lasts – As they’re born, stretch then die;

Will a lumberjack’s blow – Slice your strong trunk straight through;

Making an elegant piece – of furniture of you;

As furniture perhaps you – could be on TV;

On the Antiques Roadshow – 2153;

One thing I am sure of – Me, you’ll surely outlast;

For I’m halfway through life – My time’s dwindling fast!;

But perhaps in the future – After I have fleed;

Someone might come across – My poem about you, tree;

And I’ll keep living on – At least poetically;

For some thoughts written down – Can live perpetually.