Deep in the kerbside
Fought hard for her positions
No matter what hail or storm
What draught or sickness
She always had Thy Lord beside her
She never had someone
To hold her close for all these nights
Her sight hit by the fog
She continued to grow
Despite what seizure
What other ailments
She kept her faith strong in her Lord
Eventually the crack broke
She was the tree that immersed from the ground
Now she was free and replanted in a forest of rain
Thunders hit hard, but she fought like each and everytime
No situation can be perfect, but the start is always the toughest part