Growing twisting twining from the earth
From discarded seeds comes new life, birth
Cast aside with brittle husk once become too heavy
With never a second thought to whether they're truly ready
Only luck to keep them from the teeth that feed
And no guarantee that where they land
is where they need to be
The number of those that make it past that start
Are so precious few as to break your heart
And so, more beautiful
Are those that make it through
Scars on their hearts
Hidden by patterns of bark
And with thoughts like these,
I feel my memories
May not be so different
From the memories of trees