Moonlight

II. Nineteen

I'm a little sapling,

Growing ever slowly,

Maturing so slowly.

I look around and see.

Others have already

Outgrown little old me.

"They've all grown up so fast!

Why didn't I mature

Just like that?"

Without realizing,

Envy, a deadly weed,

Has already come and

Taken root in my heart.

I was slowly dying;

I couldn't do a thing.

Then, came He, who tore out

The weeds within my heart.

He took me away to His garden,

And there I was watered with love.

I'm a little sapling

That's still slowly growing,

Now without care on how

Fast or slow I'm growing.