The lone tree stood in the plains,
Gazing at the grass,
Wondering why the grass is small,
And so plenty, bold as brass,
It wondered why it’s lone,
With no family, friends or mates,
And why it’s so so big,
And trapped within the gates.
Why it can't wonder so freely,
Just as the grass can spread,
And why can't it live so long,
Like grass for it's never dead.
But there it stands alone,
Unique people could say,
And morally people are different,
Let it stay that way...
Just as God gave uniqueness,
And that's what I say today,
To that, still, lone tree,
For let it stays that way...
Viraj Bhanshaly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-tree/
