and I love…

who planted me? who said, and here I will bury this seed, and will water them, and will watch them grow…
but I wasn’t watered as I should have, or is this not something a tree should say? oh, right, I am a tree…
I broke through the ground and the rain came from the sky, or was the sky a face, or was the face a dried up honeycomb filtering in the water… nonetheless I grew tall, well as tall as I could manage, under that shadows of ancient trees I am but a sapling…
but the sunbeams roping themselves between the leaves, the finger’s of god reaching through to hold me in an embrace, showed me love can come in places where one feels no one will arrive into
and I love, standing here, feeling myself reach and reach, trying my best to keep reaching even as the winds they come to challenge my stance…