By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to LIVING POETRY Bartholomew Barker’s Monday Poetry Prompt: TREE
My little tree
is just a tiny little tree
with long curly leaves
trailing down in fringy falls
A mere two years old
and all of three inches tall
I’ve been told she will fill out
one day full curvy and so beautiful
I’m waiting and waiting
and pining for that special
day to arrive though it feels
like my life is passing me by
Days come and days go and a new
branch with sprouting red leaves
suddenly peeks up from beneath
the mother canopy of weeping leaves
She’s filling out and growing taller
so fancy and so very lovely
I wonder why the same thing has
never happened for me
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Definitely, though these types are very, very slow! 😊
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It must be such a joy to watch it grow!
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Definitely! 😊
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Patience is what we need when growing things
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It has happened to you!
You planted the tree!
Your fortitude is shining through every day!
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Thank you FJ – but fortitude and beauty are two very different things.
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Thanks for writing to my prompt,
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Always ….
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