Saplings pushing through the earth

Seeking the warm, life giving light

Young and supple

Soft and flexible

As the sapling ages into a young tree,

The bark becomes protective

Weathering the cuts and bruises of its youth

Rain and snow,

Sunshine and clouds,

Each bit of weather leaving its mark

Both on the exterior and

Deep inside, each ring has a story.

The leaves come and go,

Bright green in spring,

Deep orange and burgundy in the fall.

As the cycle of life continues,

Wondering if my strength will be enough

Enough to weather the storms,

Enough to last into undying love.