To Grow
Delicate petals of red, yellow, and pink surround the smallest tree on the shortest street in town.
Each winter, I am almost certain that the scrawny little tree will wither and die.
Each spring, I am proven wrong as tiny buds begin to appear on the tips of the pointy little branches.
In the summer, little sparrows rest in it.
Butterflies gather at its roots to feed from the flowers growing there.
When the wind blows the little tree seems to dance happily in the breeze.
When it rains, it raises its branches high in the air to drink up every drop.
In the fall, when its leaves begin to let go and it’s time to rest, the tree graciously lets go and prepares for next spring.
The little tree knows that one day it will be a great tree.
It may not know any other trees like it,
but it has lots of other beautiful friends to help it grow.....
                                                                  Melissa Bickish