Like the wind that blows you change.

All the while staying, pleasantly strange.

You are rooted like a fig, not small yet not so big.

None care about the size, when they see the wondrous prize.

Smaller than me, sized just right.

When I'm down, always bright.

Like a dark, and breezy night.

envelopes you, holds you tight.

I'll be here. It's alright.
I'm always here, in the light. -TK