Small Trees

Back when a big tree grew in my front yard

I was young

And it seemed bigger

Than life itself

Now

A small tree stands in its place

The wonder of new life

It makes me think

Maybe nostalgia is what clouds the vision

Of sad and angry people

Thinking negative of what is now

Holding on to the old wonder of their childhood

I believe they need a new way to think

To see the world around them

Not to search for 

The big tree from their childhood

But instead for the small tree from now

Not to long for what used to be 

But instead for what will be

They worry about losing the happiness of being a child

So caught up in the grandeur of the tree that used to be

That they forget about the new tree

Forget to care for it

Give it sun and water

And they let it fade away

I don’t like to get caught up in the big trees

I think its just as interesting

What the small trees will become