Fall

The tree does not choose Where it’s seed is planted It’s mother does not share fruit Nor give tender care The tree does not grow open But rather sprouts from out of the ground The tree does not surrender to the stomping feet in soil But it grows from the tender ground Though it may lose its color The tree will stand It cannot collapse For it trusts that its roots won’t let go The value of the tree is not the size of the seed Nor the weeds that steal from it But rather if it reaches high out Reaching past the window That it looked up to everyday They do not choose to grow But we do everyday