Planting a Tree

You start off with a seed that becomes a sapling, nurturing, growing, watering, feeding, nourishing, and shaping this new being.  You give it light, warmth, attention, love, and a desire to see it grow.  Each morning, you sprinkle some water on it, finding joy in its absorption of everything that you put into it.

As it grows, it spreads its arms, reaches out its leaves, and stretches higher and higher into the air.  And before you know it, it keeps going without you, keeps reaching for the heavens and the skies, the top top top of the world.  And then you realize that it didn't necessarily need your warmth and love, it might have survived without you, might have been able to burgeon and spread, move high up tot he heavens without your touch and love.

But then, how would the leaves have looked so beautiful and healthy?  How could you explain those nimble buds that popped out with such gusto and surprise yet wonder in the springtime air.  Where do you place the energy in its growth, its speed in taking to the ground and air, the love it returns to everything around it?

Where it shall grow, nobody knows, but what you put into it will always be there somehow.  It'll move, it'll change, it'll adapt to what comes around, but you can only shower it with the tiny drops of love that you have and hope that it understands something about yourself.