I am young, impulsive, wide-eyed, and green,
a sapling wondering which way to grow.
Still needing some support, somewhere to lean,
staked to stand tall when the strong winds do blow.
Looking for guidance, finding direction,
bracing the trunk for the struggles ahead.
Best friend, siblings, parents give affection,
rooted in fertile soil and outspread.
Small now, but one day I will be full grown,
a mighty oak standing tall, unaided.
Searching to find how to live on my own,
trusting my roots, lovingly created.
Because of their influence in my life,
Without them I am strong enough to thrive.