once a small seed in the ground

now swaying in the wind along with all the sound.

A tree growing older by the year

growing up and out of the fear.

Leaves will fall, seasons come and go

it all comes so fast, soon to be long ago.

A rough yesterday makes for a promising today

always follow through with what you say.

The leaves will grow back

replacing the things you thought you lacked.

Soon the cycle will end

be a lover, its what I recommend.

-A.L.