Growth

I.Q is but a learning game We are all the same at birth Stones will cast like cold rain  as we walk this barren earth Run to the trees for shelter the roots will make you fall In the winter those trees will die  and you will pray for spring

Reviews

[Roger Morrison]

This is nice and simple, but elegant. It really speaks out. I love the first line especially. Nice work!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I read this over several times attempting to tie a theme together with both stanzas. Each stanza could stand alone as a poem. I read here that we are all born the same and we perhaps grow intelligent according to what hand we are dealt in life. Then I see that perhaps we are tripped up by what we think protects us....very interesting piece. Well penned.