You stood tall on the hill
Branches swaying in the wind
Watching me as I turned from a seed into a sprout
From a sprout to a seedling
From a seedling into a sapling.
As a sapling I was tall and lanky
Stealing your sunlight
And yet you stood there and watched
Let me be
You did not complain.
Then I turned into a tree
And your branches tipped to me.
You stood by my side
Even as the pine bug took you.
You did not get to watch
As a seed took flight from my branches
As it landed and rooted
And started sprouting.
Your roots are still there and will forever remain.