Tree of Life
by Al Ortez
See the tree, how big it has grown.
The years when the ice storms bent
And, yes, broke its limbs.
The searing summer seasons when
The sun seemed to be but a cruel
Dehydrating, unstoppable force.
The days on end when it never
Looked like it would ever stop raining.
The winds that challenged it
To remain upright.
And yet still here, with limbs that
Have heard the laughter of children playing
Hide and Seek,
Been privy to the whispers of unstructured
Words of love,
And felt the sting of the knife blade carve initials
Beneath its bark.
Ever expanding concentric rings mark its time
For all to see.
My love. See the tree, how big it has grown.