Grow little tree, grow …

You took my leaves
and threw them to the ground,
when all I wanted to do
was watch them fall
and enjoy the descent
in my time.

Left to rot
where they don’t hold the warmth
I remind myself
that my roots can still dig
and find more ground
that way.

So I grow,
slowly,
but beautifully,
like a flower,
even tho
I’m a build tree
and I will stay that way.

Amazed I look down,
from up in my crown,
at the beautiful shadows
I am going to cast.
At last,
the past has passed.