Life is like a tree
In many way I find
Starting hidden far from sight
Growing from the ground
First shoots sprouting quickly
Every day there's one
Rapidly it's growing
Reaching for the sun
Over time it starts to slow
Focuses on life
Leaves to sustain itself
Fruit which flowers provide
Now it is established
Mature, majestic, proud
Standing tall for many years
On it's roots it's sound
Written for my Dad's 70th birthday.
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