Stunted and blunt,
Some boughs of a tree,
Poor limbs pruned till ends reveal scars,
Sealed for protection,
Sad cry from full-blown,
Stalwart, tho’ hindered, life marred.
Each new bud, every flower,
Burgeoning sap coursing through,
Roots fit to match, mirrored,
Supple with strength to endure.
But with shoots still to bloom,
Shelter and shade oft provides,
Sprouting, spreading and sporing,
Encompassing, lineage abides.