Hidden By Shadows

A small sapling,
Stands alone,
Amongst a forest of trees,
Already grown.

Shadowed by branches,
Trapped without light
The struggling sapling,
Knows only of night.

Fighting for air
To see the blue sky
The small sapling
Begins to cry

I am so small
With no around
I am just a weak twig
Sticking out of the ground

He begs to the silence
To be set free
The sapling is desperate to become
A proud, strong tree

The sapling begs
To grow so tall
How much longer
Must this sapling remain small

The forest around him
Is distant, aloof and seperate
This weak little sapling
Just doesn't seem to fit

So why bother
Will I ever grow strong?
I have been trying so hard
For so very long

I have no sunlight
The rain doesnt reach my roots
My sadness is forever
Could anyone dispute

The small sapling struggles
To survive anothe day
Will this pain and and these difficulties
Ever be ok?
Will they ever go away?