Here I have grown. Waiting for you.
Not because you yearned to see me, but that you discovered me.
You marveled at my immensity.
You wondered how old I was.
You climbed me adventurously when you were ten and I was one thousand.
You brought your joys, your loves and ambitions to stroll under my shade;
and you brought your tears, broken heart and wandering soul so many times.
I shaded you then too; with that first tinge of marvel, aw-of-wonder, and adventure so that you would depart;
taller, more grown and grounded. Just like me.