The tree clung to life.
Her branches grew each winter and leafs appeared in the Summer.
She fought for her beauty,
that no one seen.
They said she was just a small little thing,
a tree with a truck to wide,
but little branches easy to break.
Day by day they kicked her trunk.
She felt a pain caused by the cold unloving world.
The world told her she was the perfect tree just like everything else was born this way.
But each day they teased her and told her to change.
So one day the tree decided she'd change for them,
but they still laughed and pointed fingers.
That no matter how she tried to fit in,
her tree could never be the same as the oaks and willows.
She felt pained again by a world,
that told her to love herself the way she is,
but threw hate on her face.
A world that's clearly lying which didn't take long for her to see.
She looked at her branches and her trunk, and thought about all they said about the way she should be,
then she thought of nature,
the land she was apart of,
and decided to change back into the way she was meant to be.
She let the wind take the words of the world and they crumbled like ashes at her feet.
She couldn't be more happy.
She finally accepted herself.
Tuned out from the world her tree could grow.
Then she knew that she made the best decision to stop listening,
and she did not miss a thing.
Now all she hears is nature calling as her leafs keep falling and regrowing in the spring .
All she needed to grow was to believe in herself and not another thing.
The world can keep calling,
but in nature she stays away,
to grow roots that do not get uplifted in the storm,
but last through each season,
because it's herself she keeps believing in.
She no longer clings to life,
but keeps living a free life full of a beautiful destiny,
where striving for perfection isn't a thing,
because she was meant to be this tree, not an oak or willow,
but a cherry tree.