i wish i were as noble as a tree,
as enlightened, as proud and as wise as Irmensul, the German tree of the universe.
but i am not.
i do not have my roots well grounded.
they scrape and rake at the top soil, craving the rich minerals held deeper within, the minerals that enrich a life, the minerals that weave a life's past.
my limbs do not reach toward the heavens and beyond, though they long to.
and they reach for them ever so weakly, and then they weep,
hanging limply in their failures and sadness.
i am not antiquated or tactful.
you cannot see the fibers of my makeup,
nor are my age defining rings yet manifested about my core.
all i can say is that i do reach, perhaps not as far as is masterful, but my attempts do not go without effort
and one day, i will make it,
one day...i will be a tree.