a crooked tree

You send the waves to knock me down,
The rain you sent to soak me
The lightning bolt to strike my crown
The thorns to wound and choke me
You send the sun -for some their strength,
but others simply die from heat
am I the soil unloved by you
the dust beneath your feet
Am I the seeds boiled down , that never die nor sprout
did you send, a holy wind , to separate me out
why can’t I be or bear good fruit ,why can’t I grow up straight
am I the little crooked tree you cursed for bearing late

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