She tried to trod the well-worn path,
but finding it not to her liking,
she left, and coming to a creek saw
a tree growing most peculiarly –
its bent trunk parallel to the ground
before it turned suddenly
and stretched upward toward the sky.
“It’s clear you’ve weathered storms,” she said,
“and followed a path not typical for trees.
I look at you and smile and say,
‘there grows a tree like me.’ “