If I was a tree,
Would you still come and visit me,
as my seasons change,
Will you watch me learn to let go of leaves I don’t need,
help me grow and heal,
To bare new leaves, grow new branches?
Will you stay even though these things take time,
lots of time?
Will you think I’m beautiful as this tree ages?
In all my days,
all my seasons,
I will not always be beautiful.
Some days I will be ugly.
I need you to adore me even then,
Possibly the most out of all my days.
© Moonlightladybug 2020