I grew tall from a seed

Stretching forth my skinny hands

I tried to spread my leaves

But life had other plans

I did my best to survive

Sucking in air like its free

I found a path up to the light

That others helped me see

I’ve leaped even taller now, stretching to the sky

Making room for others, as time passes too quickly by

My leaves have grown fruitful, and my roots are deeply low

Even others stand beside me, and remark on how I’ve grown

Now the moment arrives, where I must pass on

I’ve lived for hundreds of lifetimes, but really only one

I’ve tasted the sun, drank the rain, and spread my own seed

But life is all too fleeting with nothing to impede

Categories: Modern Poetry Poetry

Tagged as: growth Joshua Mullenary Poetry

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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.