They are usually the trees
who give me pause,
tall, handsome sentinels
with growing on their minds.
And in their frames.
Would that I could
be more like a tree,
getting stronger
and better
every day,
while doing good things
for, well, everyone.
Gotta put out roots first
and grow from somewhere,
I suppose.
So here goes, it’s me –
channeling a tree.
The Opportunistic Poet 