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.