“Days passed before they realized / I hadn’t used their strategy / My tree was bursting larger, / Larger than everyone else / They shot me looks / And evil glances / I left that day feeling worried / Uncertain of what I thought was sure”
I was told to grow a tree
That would someday bear fruit
They told us that there was a key
He leaned conspiratorially, said,
“Our way is tried and true
We have proven it through math
Our way is tried and true
Do not stray from the path.”
Now I had been studying for a long
Long time, for this, so I knew
I knew what was supposed to happen
I knew the rules were wrong
I was swiftly bewildered by this
I had learned what was right
They had taught what was wrong
So naturally I did it my way.
I came back the next day
My tree was budding yet
I left feeling proud
Like I had outsmarted them
Days passed before they realized
I hadn’t used their strategy
My tree was bursting larger,
Larger than everyone else
They shot me looks
And evil glances
I left that day feeling worried
Uncertain of what I thought was sure
The feeling passed, and so I paced
Forwards to my tree the next day
I felt excited, feathery light
My heart was filled with glee
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Really engaging poem, Ben. Love that you felt gleeful at being right!