Oh, my spindly pine.
You grew in the shade of the Maple.
It protected you from the sun.
It protected you from the harsh winds and weather.
It flourished and grew and stretched out its’ limbs.
Everyone marveled at the Maples’ beauty
and barely even noticed you there.
But the years came and went for the Maple.
Its’ limbs produced less and less leaves each year.
Its’ branches started to break beneath the harsh weather.
It was time to say good-bye to the Maple.
It was cut down and its’ pieces hauled away.
You, oh spindly pine, stood there, center stage. Alone.
People shook their heads. Your branches were sparse and did not stretch out across the yard like the great Maples’.
You looked timid and frail.
The wind hit you full force.
The sun scorched down on you – relentless.
The snows covered you.
But you did not wither away.
Your limbs now had room to stretch out and grow.
They did not stretch out all the way across the yard like the Maples’.
You did not burst forth in brilliant colors every fall.
But you did start to shine.
You had a beauty unique and of your own.
When the Maple had died, there were thoughts of replacing you with another Maple.
As years passed, you, my spindly pine, filled that space.
I could not bare to crowd you out.
You had a place in my soul that was yours alone.
Continue to grow.
Continue to shine.
Oh spindly pine,
you are unique with a beauty of your own.