They said I would not grow much today.
They said I would not grow much until next year, be patient.
I didn't believe them.
I told them I would grow a foot by next month and they laughed.
So I stretched
and stretched
and stretched,
every day for a month.
And I had barely grown an inch.
They laughed.
They laughed as I cried.
They laughed
When I said I would grow five inches in two months,
and ignored me.
So I stretched
and stretched
and stretched
for one month,
and cried
and waited
and cried
for the next.
They didn't laugh.
They said, "I told you."
They said I would not grow much until next year, be patient.
I believed them.
A tree always has to be patient.
[A/N: I scribbled this down in one of my more boring classes last year, and I just found it a few days ago. I like it, it's fun; but if you don't like it, that's fine too. It's poorly written and not very good, but the life lesson in important.]