I
On the top of the hill
the sapling sprouted
among the green grasses.
II
The wind blew
and the sapling bent before it.
III
As the ground dried
and cracked around it,
the sapling dug deeper
in search of life-giving
Water.
IV
The sun beat down relentlessly.
The grass turned brown.
The sapling thrived.
V
A tornado passed nearby.
Trees were uprooted,
grass thrown everywhere
but the sapling stood strong
VI
The rain kept falling,
the ground soaked through.
The sapling was drowning.
The sun came
and the sapling could breathe.
VII
The ground split mere inches away.
The sapling could see its roots,
but survived.
VIII
The sapling’s branches were heavy with
Icicles hanging from its few leaves.
IX
Surrounded by piles of snow,
the sapling survived
while the grass was buried.
X
Stones appeared.
The grass nearby died.
The sapling grew.
XI
The grass grew again.
The sapling rose above,
Proud.
XII
The grass was cut,
the sapling left alone.
The sapling knew.
XIII
Next to the house,
the sapling gave shade.
The sapling was cared for.
About the Creator
Joshua Lunt
Hello! I started getting into writing relatively recently, but I'm excited to share my work. I love reading and writing fiction and am inspired by authors like Brandon Sanderson and CS Lewis. I also love listening to music as well.



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