young adult

On Trees

On-Trees_miniOne day my boyfriend and I came across a really good tree.

I sat on one of its U-shaped branches, strong and smoothed with age.

As I was sitting there he said, “Being a young tree is hard.”

There it was, its thin branches growing tentatively on the edge of the path, reaching up to get its footing.

It awakened many thoughts.

How I am a young tree.

We put down roots and build strong arms for holding things.

We seek a way to flourish and last.

For some reason, that tree made me feel better.

Like the tree,

Maybe this hard part just means I am on my way.