If I were a Tree

If I were a tree

My roots would remain strong,

Even as the harsh winter

Blew upon me,

Even as my branches shuttered

Under icy shards of wicked wind,

Still my roots are deep

And my branches reach up for the sky.

And when this cold wind is no more,

My buds will open

To share my beauty with the world,

Delicate first leaves,

Magnificent pastel blossoms,

And when at last the harvest comes,

The fruits of my labours

Hang heavy on my branches.

Just a little water,

And a little sun.

With these strong roots

All life's trials

Cannot be too much to bear.

I'll extend more twigs into the air

And carry on.