The Tree Grows

The tree grows as slowly as the earth rotates around the blazing sun

And the light it needs to survive trickles down to the lower realms of its existence

This tree is not like others he will live for thousands of years

And be adored by many for hundreds of years

He will not be cut down for wood

Merely live and become king of the forest

The green of his leaves and the brown of his trunk will be legend

Among the peoples of it's lands And the people of other's

All natives amongst his roots

Will think of him

As a god

His height unequal to others will be a beacon in his fight to survive

And the fight will carry on till his dying day

And the end of the earth