The Leafless Tree Poem


The life of all companies starts with an idea, much like planting a seed that begins the life of a single tree.

The tree slowly develops and occasionally produces a leaf, while all alone primarily a leafless tree.

The tree continues to grow and produce more leaves, this is quite indicative of individual growth, the makings of a vibrant tree.

Braving both the fall and winter the tree primarily remained leafless; however, prosperity occurred during the spring and summer, overshadowing what was obviously a false weakness.

Prosperity revealed itself through the production of countless more leaves — nature’s demonstration of talent and commerce, the spectacle of a completely leafed tree.

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John is an African American and a U.S. Navy veteran. He also spent several years employed as a contractor for the U.S. Federal Civil Service. Currently he spends his time managing his small business, and is based in the Dallas Fort-Worth metro area.
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