As I Grown by the River
As I grow by the river,
I stand straight and strong.
My roots hold me still in times of flood
and stretch deep in times of drought.
My branches reach for the sustenance of the sun.
I have stood here long, as my trunk attests,
through strong winds and cold nights.
I stretch my arms so that I may feel the breeze.
I welcome birds to nest with me.
I play with the chipmunks and squirrels who scamper about.
I try to be strong when children tie ropes to me to jump in the waters.
Sometimes, I grow weary.
My arms sag in the snow
or my leaves fall to the riverbank. . .
But my roots are deep. My trunk is strong.
And life will rise in me again.
And if I am really very lucky,
Perhaps one seed will fall from me
and stick in the mud
Another tree will grow
– perhaps it will not be exactly like me, but
It will have deep roots
outstretched limbs that reach for the sun.