I’ve been sitting here observing this tree. 

And in the moment I was inspired to write this poem. 

I am like a tree. 

I stand tall in my roots. 

I have limbs. 

Each season reveals a different part of me. 

I blossom 

I thrive 

I shed bare to my bones 

Metaphorically, I die 

And then the cycle begins again. 

I stand tall in my roots. 

Fall is the season

Where everything about me

Sheds down to its

True self. 

If you don’t like what you see 

When I’m bare 

Then how can 

You appreciate me 

When I am blossoming

And thriving?