Pine Tree

You stood tall on the hill

Branches swaying in the wind

Watching me as I turned from a seed into a sprout

From a sprout to a seedling

From a seedling into a sapling.

As a sapling I was tall and lanky

Stealing your sunlight

And yet you stood there and watched

Let me be

You did not complain.

Then I turned into a tree

And your branches tipped to me.

You stood by my side

Even as the pine bug took you.

You did not get to watch

As a seed took flight from my branches

As it landed and rooted

And started sprouting.

Your roots are still there and will forever remain.

Thank you.