A Whispering Tree

Lifeless as a seed was I.
Was buried, I didn't know why.
Was nurtured day and night,
But still I could see no light. I started growing exploring high,
amidst the chaos could see the sky.

Fighting hard as I grew,
heaps of skin I had to shed and renew.

Some trunks grew old and crooked, diverted ways
I was the origin but couldn't control its sway
branches span wide
I was hurt by those by my side

But a broken branch just made me strong,
as my vision was high, towards the heavenly sky
but I did care ,though it was apart.

Little did I know my role and my stage
I bowed down and found the earth disengage
with the rings of age
I stood as a sage
Life was more than a cage
It was my dream that I paged