The fledgling bush <br />grew into a tree <br />not without <br />birth pains <br />twigs outstretched <br />its leaves spread <br />with pride <br />the world watched <br />for its downfall <br />from hurricane of woes <br /> <br />the now mighty tree <br />survived not without <br />scars; until its golden <br />hair turned into brown <br />age caught up <br />leaves wilted <br />its body gave in <br />no longer proud <br /> <br />in the river by the <br />bank of its childhood <br />a driftwood floats <br />to nowhere<br /><br />Eloida Capuno<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driftwood-24/
