The ones who are stifled,
before they even really grasp their roots.
What happens to these saplings who can never fully stretch?
Who try as hard as they might
yet are hindered by unforeseen obstacles
awakening in the dead of night.
As hard as they try to
Press
Onward.
Upward.
What happens when they are ripped from their home,
Left to
Shrivel
and
Die?
How must they feel as stumps
Forever seeing the sky,
Yet unable to touch it.
Do they Remember the hope they once felt
when they believed they could one day
grip the stars?
Do they Remember the warm summer breeze
causing their leaves to dance?
Do they Remember the cold winter months,
naked and shivering?
Do They Remember the
Hope Of Spring?
What happens to the trees that are never allowed to grow?
Do they recall the times of
Good
and
Bad?
Or do they simply cease to be at all?
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