Metamorphosis

Small and weak, a tree is born

Seasons change, years pass by

It develops, shifts, gathers size

Roots push deep within the earth

Anchoring firmly, forming foundation

Storms blow in, breaking limbs

It holds its ground, steadfast and resolute

Developing, growing still

Once this tree was feeble, even bare

Now it stands majestically bold

Laden with the fruit of age

david elliott baird 5.11.08