Laurel Leaves

Strength in survival.

A young and slender maple tree

sprouts from the leafy ground;

a larger tree that lost its grip

now bends the maple down.

No longer does it face the sun

nor eye the night with pride;

it arches back into the earth

and stretches out its side.

The little tree was in the way

when time allowed the fall;

the top is pinned by larger wood,

no longer straight and tall.

The tree, however, summons life:

what's down is dry and dead;

a little tree beset with strife

lives on and bows its head.

Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

This is a great story about living/growing up in someone's shadow. I have a younger brother and it makes me think how his life has been, growing up next to me, being the 2nd to experience life.

The rhyme and meter lends themselves in creating a easy going flow.

Nicely done.

[Abdul Aziz]

Great write. Witty and clever. The perfect meter lends a great flow, as well. I really enjoyed reading this write.
Great job.