Growth

When a tree grows,
It spreads sideways
It curls on itself
     It widens
           It tightens
                 It blossoms. 

When a tree grows,
The ground make room
To hold space.
A sanctuary
For the roots
    To grow tall
         To grow strong
              To grow.

When a tree grows,
It doesn't know
how tall it would be.
     But it's curious
          It's resilient
               And it believes.

When a tree grows,
Like you and me,
It is infinite in possibility
It lights up with water
And it breathes the air 
And it gently whispers:
     I am here.
         I am here.
             I am here.