Planted in the deep earth. Swaying to the breeze.
Yielding to the wind. Showered by the rain.
Rooted. Sharing its branches to nurture young,
To shelter from the blistering sun, to gracefully
Blow in the wind pulling one to the present to begin.
Tree asks of thee, to go. Run free!
Use your arms to nurture. Use your words to lift up.
Us your legs to carry you beyond all you can see!
Be free! Like the tree. Who accepts where he is.
Loving from the ground up. Spreading joy and nurturing
all who stay beneath his branches.