Life & Lessons

just a little something about me I guess.

A tender sapling reaching high,
Believes its leaves can touch the sky.
It sways with pride in summer's bloom,
Unknowing of the winter's gloom.

The first harsh winds they howl and tear,
A fragile branch, a moment's despair.
A crack of youth, a painful plea,
Against the storm of what will be.

But deep within the root holds fast,
A silent promise built to last.
The trunk grows strong, the bark grows deep,
From wounds the blustery seasons keep.

For every break, a steadfast form,
A wiser tree to face the storm.
The scars are rings of growth and grace,
A testament of time and place.