The Tree and its leaves, a poem

The Tree and its leaves

Young and bold, growing up to meet the light

Bright is our future, bright is the site

And while we grow, our leaves follow suit

Changing with the seasons, as growth we bear fruit

Years pass as those who love our shade

And loves carved in us, with the promises we’ve made

What will be our fate, how long can we rise

Will we have another year of shelter and wise?

Sages are born in us, our leaves are the knowing

And the telling of time that passes, all while we are growing

Come to me, gander beneath my limbs

Let a dream arise, brush aside your care and whims

I am the life, strong and true

And I am the friend who grows with you.