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Mary-Eliz Apr 2017
She stood among
her brothers
they were lush
and evergreen
she couldn't reach
their heights
that tiny leafy tree

she felt so small
unnoticed
as creatures passing by
said
"Look at all those
mighty trees
reaching to the sky!"

Spring went by
summer passed
and
though she grew
a tad
she felt so unimportant
so lonely
and
so sad

then one fall day
she felt a change
that tiny leafy tree
she called to all her brothers
"Brothers, look at me!
Now I'll be noticed
my special gift
I've found"

as she stood there
oh so proudly
in her lovely
scarlet gown.
For a collection of children's poems.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
Friends are a lot like
leaves of a tree,
or roots of a tree.

They're in your life for
a few seasons and fly,
or in your life forever...
Maybe this metaphor is why I feel so uprooted anymore...

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