It was on my birthday on the 29th of December, when I first read an excerpt of a poem by Douglas Malloch.
The tree that never had to fight,
for sun and sky and air and light,
but stood out in the open plain,
and always got its share of rain,
never became a forest king
but lived and died a scrubby thing.
It was so inspiring to me as it speaks about the fruits of hard work in such simple lines.
I just thought I’d share it here. 😀