Grown. Grounded. Taller.

Washington Oaks State Park, Florida

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.

2 thoughts on “Grown. Grounded. Taller.

  1. I really like reading this poetic side of you. It’s lovely. And the picture is great, too. Did you take it? Un abrazo.

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