A new day is today
Waterfall of seeds blossom
Each with, thoughts its own
Not the same, although I wish it
Own myself, and my branches
Leaves born, fruit of acceptance
As rivers flow, and feed all growth
Different trunks, different roots
Generations of seeds, floating by
Winds of change, one each day
To share the pollen, that is mature
I control, which will depart
Not the forrest, nor it me
And if a storm, with its clouds
Touches ground, breaks all rules
I still control, my growth each day
Not to wither, nor to break
Accept myself, and the change
Despite all weather
That comes my way