Branches to The Sky

The tallest trees about to be seen,
It matters not what they had been.
Deeply entrenched, yet not defined,
Reach out to endless open skies. 

In youth, they once were frail and small,
Till beneath the soil was heard a call.
The dark gave way to morning’s light,
A world they found, beautiful and bright. 

From fragile roots, the branches stretch,
For dreams untold, for worlds in reach.
Leaves shed doubts, now far behind,
And in their fall, the past finds rest. 

Where once the howl of storms would tear,
A loss of form, spirit laid bare,
Time has taught them how to bend,
To answer trouble with a hand to lend. 

The journey long, the path unsure,
Each step a question, each turn a door.
The earth beneath, the sky above,
The brave must strive, they must defy. 

The tallest trees about to be seen—
Would that these become what they dream.
The bark thickens with rings aligned,
Whispering winds and roots entwined. 

The earth may quake and sky be rent,
Those moments pass, is what we’ve learned.
Now rooted firm, they stand, they see,
Purpose obtained, at last, to be. 

To grow a tree, a seed must fall,
And from the fall rise, standing tall.

Note: Resilience