Growth

A short poem about the struggle of life.

Tall, imposing, broad
Reaching to the bright, blue sky
Grow, my children, grow

Grow up big and strong
You will not all survive this
The cruel race of life

You'll get beaten down
And resources held nearby
Just out of your reach

But if you make it
If you push through all of it
You will have done it

You will have survived
You will be able to live
I will be so proud