Growing
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Far from here
Listen to the birds
Listen to the clouds
Leaves, bugs and passersby
Who stops sometimes
This once
Some creature
Wrinkled one
Almost as old, as me
Walking with my
Brother helping hand
And stopped by me
Telling me stories
While resting in my shade
Thanking me
I didn’t say a word
Creature just opened
Their self-up
To me sometimes
Pretending talking to
Little box
I know deep down
In my roots
That they wanted
To be heard
To be recorded
On the leaves
And send it to the sky
Like wish
To wash away a pain
With rain
And brightness into life
With sun
To save a life
With shooting star
And plant a seed
With every moon
So soon
Do seasons change
And when we stop
We growing inner tall