Like a Tree...

To you

I am like a tree

My limbs are all you see

You do not see the roots, the core

Or love’s leaf-tears scattered on the floor

And oh, you

Do not hear

Life’s summer-song echoing of years

Nor do you see the sapling at my knee

Reaching, ever reaching for youth’s cupped eternity

And you

Do not know

How swift a tree can grow

All you see is rain and sun and snow

As days to weeks to seasons flow

No, to you

I am like a tree

My limbs are the only thing you see

…and I am content to hold you in my seasoned arms

For soon enough you must learn to weather your own storms

© Janet Martin