Some may ask, does that tree ever bloom? It seems like such the dormant type.
Such a tree may be described by me.
For I take my time, thought it seems to most that I step out of line.
Life is so much better when I take my time, Eating slowly of life’s fruits. I get to sit and meditate on my choices. If you rush me, more delayed I become, for I ponder much before I give my final response. I take my time. This is the way I think it best. I am not the swiftest, of course, I am not. But when I do decide, I decide. Never then shall I chastise myself if slow a response I give. For this is my life, a slow one.
So, now I talk to that tree.
Oh wonderful tree That stands tall and free Don’t worry For you will bloom when the timing is right You will keep patient and grow in that blooming light Take much time in what you know to be Cast all fear, doubts and thoughts that speak of tragedy Have confidence o tree that you will bloom one day Believe o tree, just believe that it be so, this you should always pray. For late you are not, the bloomer you are You are on time, beaming that light that shows from much afar.