Grown in a greenhouse,
Raised to be a tree.
Confined in this glass prison,
Needing to be free
Although I have everything I could need or want my leaves are not green
My roots are not deep and my heart is not clean.
Nourished and maintained height and width is added each day.
Pruned and groomed, forced in this place to stay.
Grown in a greenhouse,
Raised to be a tree.
Confined in this glass prison,
Needing to be free
I break away from my confinement and solitude,
Break away from my forest family only to be wooed,
By the freshness of outside air and its variety
Longing to become a part of my own individual society.
No tree is an island.
I love the ending. "No tree is an island." like it's a verse by itself.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it. Yea that was how I meant to come across :)
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