The little tree I've looked at fondly
Is now grown.
Its roots now touch its moss-covered mother.
Its leaves now shine of emerald.

You wouldn't notice how much it's changed,
If you hadn't seen its good side.
You wouldn't know how the acorn really fell far,
By just a glance.

Some of its siblings are close,
Others are miles away.
But even as sturdy and strong as they are,
I came to the forest for this one.