Three Trees

The seedling shudders
in a breeze, its tiny leaves
clenched as autumn nears.

The sapling strains up
toward the sun, keen to grow, though
summer's months away.

The eldest rises,
as we should, through winter's worst:
patient, strong, and tall.

Three Trees © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: November 10, 2020