Destination

Guided like the wind as it whips through her long tangled branches

Skirting leaves fall to the ground

Expelled by purpose

Removed beyond the trees ever present will to hold onto her own creations

Drying and browning as the green fades to yellow and drops to the ground

Softly in piles

Amongst it’s brothers and sisters

Who have been expelled as well

She grows taller and her arms reach out ever so slightly

As the Sun encroaches the east

And evolves to colors of pink and orange

Only to hang brightly in the sky

Casting down his powers until he slightly moves towards the west

Returning a message brightly

He sets and gradually leaves the world in black

That he will be back in the morning

And so it goes

Days into weeks

Years

A lifetime

As she stretches towards the sky and deeply into the moist dark Earth

Each day finds her stronger than its predecessor

Beyond her sufficiency

She cycles through season after season

Dropping her children to the ground only to sprout new ones when it warms

Knowingness beyond her capacity

She is ever present in her growth

Her experience

Ring after ring gathers and expands in her trunk

Ever widening as the years pass

Sterdier by the moment 

She feels her strength and progress as she greets the morning brightness

Once again hopeful of the Sun’s circling

Towards her purpose