18 feet and counting....Roses left free to grow as they please.

Roses left free to grow as they please.

So, they told me you were a rose. You are just a bush. You should be cut back because you'd never become a tree no matter how hard you tried.  You aren't as brave, or as big. You didn't have the means to support yourself when the squalls came and the seas churned. They said you'd bend and break with the weight of your flowers if you got too tall. 
Then you bloomed, all these years of climbing to reach the sky. You found the support of another and grew in tandem.  Together as a team it's easier to reach goals than apart. I ignored the landscaper that wanted to cut you down, you found a tree that had your back. I see your thank you's, your yellow roses as a symbol of our friendship. Keep reaching for the sky, never give up.
​Don't listen to those who say you can't.