"Poet Tree"
They say oaks take form from acorns.
But some can't tell the woods from the trees right infront on them, see.
If I hadn't made sure I stayed tall,
then that could have been me!
My roots were flourishing deep in the underground, eagerly pushing down
seeking a fuller, rounded existence as they twist and contort.
They would give me security in their anchorage and support.
This formidably-formed foundation wasn't ground-breaking, but it strengthened my hold.
Without raising my head above ground to check my surrounds
and testing the boundaries,
I'd never of grown.
My career stemmed from this moment as my development showed.
From the depths I arose,
the off-shoot seen gamely turning over a new leaf daily.
This routine gave me all the sustenance needed
to push on strategically with my budding achievements.
Upward I reached,
the sky is the limit for those who aspire to kiss it.
Higher I'm inching now, climbing persistently before their eyes.
With widened interests and soaring pride,
my entire existence bloomed more in size.
I'd always tried branching out to experiment.
Only now it was evident
how I'd developed into such a towering edifice.
The lone combatant overshadowing those around me in everything.
Looking down from my precipice,
I think of the gales which I've prevailed.
The kites with wind in their sails before I witnessed them fail, now their strings are entrails.
The kids that have scaled to these lofty heights before being dropped beside me.
Many have often tried to cross the line, but that's not surprising.
There's one who's constant whining amuses me,
stood below the governed spot that I hold with much aplomb.
Throwing up his rocks with nobody to watch.
Now I know I shouldn't scoff,
but it's sure lonely at the top!