Little tree, growing oh so tall,
Started out as a seedling small.
Reaches higher and higher toward the sun,
Growing’s hard work, yet can still be fun.
So much to learn, so much to do,
Stop growing now, it’s days’ll be few.
Stretching, learning, out of comfort zone,
Really, I’d rather sit back, eat an ice-cream cone.
But if I, like the tree, want to grow,
Then out of my comfort zone I will go.
So, despite my racing heart and clammy hand,
I’ll sit straight, say my say and take my stand.
6 thoughts on “Growing”
You are an amazing writer Aidyl!
You make those words flow beautifully!
You. Did not. Write that.
Thank you, Michlyn. =)
Aubrey actually likes it? Ooo! That maketh me happy. And yes. I did write it. =)
I love your poem! 🙂
So wonderful! Great job!