A Tree or Me?

A poem I wrote this morning....

A Tree or Me?

Patient.

Grounded.

Rooted...in the rich life giving soil.

Nurtured by Mother Earth,

          her sediment offers wisdom

          -food for the soul.

I stand tall.

Bold.

Unmoved by time

          or circumstance.

I only grow.

Although I am strong,

I stand alone.

Can anyone see me?  

          Or do passers-by just take me for granted?

          -cuz I'll always be here.

Patient.

Grounded.

Rooted...in harmony with Nature.

Enough.

When will my beloved stroll by

          and see my illuminating headdress?

This is my time to shine.

Autumn air is the signal.

          Energy trapped

          -swells with anticipation.

My leaves wait to burst 

with a brilliant array of colors,
          yellows

          oranges

          reds

waiting to fall

dead.

My adornment will soon 

shed her crown of glory 

          yielding to the creeping cold hand of winter.

Each vibrant leaf floats down

          a tiny sacrifice to the gods.

Pleading.

A desperate attempt

to be noticed.

If no one stops to look

          is it just as spectacular?

My answer lies in waiting.

I remain

Patient.

Grounded.

Rooted...until the next season.