tiny trees flutter in the wind
bending with the blow of the wind
stretching their creaky limbs
with the older trees
tiny trees look up to the large pines
tiny trees admire their strong branches
“you’ll get there,” sing the pines on the wind’s song
“grow, my children,”
chirp the robins, the orioles, and the grosbeaks
“we’ll roost in you one day soon.”
M.B.B.
4/29/19
The Nerdy Nook 