I Am a Tree
I am a tree.
Created as a miracle, carried with the breeze to my unknown fate.
I am a tree.
Lying seemingly dormant, slowly ascending my way into the world.
I am a tree.
Absorbing rays of sunlight as I tear my way out of my safe space.
I am a tree.
A small seedling struggling for it’s place among the crowded Earth.
I am a tree.
Steadily reaching higher towards the sky as time passes.
I am a tree.
Sprouting it’s first leaves, full of life and future.
I am a tree.
The young bark receiving its first tallies.
I am a tree.
Wind relentlessly beating it’s fists, attempting to topple it over.
I am a tree.
Rugged crevices receiving welcoming rays of sunlight.
I am a tree.
Sprouts unfolding among the blue spring skies.
I am a tree.
Finally splattered with pink blossoms reaching towards the sun.
I am a tree.
Developing a chill as green fades away.
I am a tree.
Chestnut, scarlet, and amber leaves painting the barren land.
I am a tree.
The first frost creeping along the ground, embracing all life in it’s unwanted grasp.
I am a tree.
Fragile twigs snapping, delicate leaves cracking, dancing freely to the ground below.
I am a tree.
Rooted naked among the lifeless wreckage.
I am a tree.
Always transforming, infinitely existing.