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

Heartfelt

Daily I say things I don't really mean
things to others which only demean
Venturing to realms, I simply don't know
drifting in currents, where I can't row
Be swept up, swiftly carried away
as if falling, without a belay
Reaching out, desperately, trying to stop
my weight, my PRIDE, I know I must drop
Pride creeps in and sulks as a thief
loosing friends I search for relief
Saying, "I'm sorry." what will it do?
I humble myself, before God, and to you