You’re like me, said the tree.
You didn’t choose where you were planted, but this is where you must grow.
Come and sit with me, and I will tell you what I know.
You’ve weathered many storms, but here you still stand,
Face toward the Sun, reaching for its hand.
You’re connected to the earth, my roots too run deep.
Silent in your power, you have secrets to keep.
Like me, you do not know what the day will bring.
Sunshine or rain, birds that will sing
In your branches. You delight in their song.
You are safe. You are home.
This is where you belong.
Or perhaps one will come and trim what they see fit.
Shaping you and cutting you; a choice, you won’t get.
They’ll take what they want and then they will leave.
You will heal, and keep growing,
Sprouting new eaves.
You see? You’re like me.
I recognize your soul.
You’re like me, said the tree
And now that you know
You never have to feel alone
For I am always here
Until the day my roots decay
And leave this earth
