The sad tree

A failure in the placement of the tree;
Too small are roots which spread into the soil.
At first so perfect,later one can see
Its strength unable full life to uncoil.

A hidden shame for partly sensed deep lacks
A drawing back when growth was better sense
A fear of unknown dangers in soil black
Humiliation makes a  hidden fence.

Perhaps this tree’s unsuited to our climes.
Seed moved far away from parents home.
Yet once it starts to grow there is no time
Unless it’s quickly moved from  English loam

For lacking its best soil ,unrooted gifts
Are not developed,and in struggle twist.