To say I have grown,

To say my limbs have stretched towards the sky like trees,

To say my roots have begun to form, yet still sometimes are shaken by the Breeze,

Is true.

 

I have sowed the soil I have landed upon in hopes to one day reap its rewards.

How did I become this hardening tree?

Planted away from my family?

 

I was a youthful acorn taken by the Breeze.

The Breeze was filled with promises of a nightlife, excitement, and freedom.

The Breeze whispered me away from my family, and carried me to a big city.

There were no other trees.

 

Only other acorns had listened to the Breeze, her promises of cheap thrills.

Small and fragile, unsure of who we were meant to be.

I let the Breeze carry me and entangle my roots, eventually breaking them.

 

I planted myself down.

I sowed, and sowed, and sowed the soil I now laid upon.

In hopes that one day I will reap the rewards of the dreams I have planted.

 

I wish as an acorn, I did not follow the temptations of the Breeze,

But now my roots are my own.

Anew with life, dreams, and a newfound youth.

 

Still I sow, and sow, and sow.

In hopes that one day I will reap the rewards of the dreams I have planted.