The Weeping Tree

 She was young, planted in the beginning of springs warmth. Barely a sprig, but full of hope. Tender hands dug through her earth, caressing the veins of her roots. Such promise of the intention of a life of love. She was buried shallow, just enough for the buds of flowers for a season to show. Winter breaks and frost consumes. She's bare and unclothed, still a sprig but with experience of blooming when cared for. Left to the bitterness and lack of constance and intent. She weeps, knowing tender hands will never again dig through her veins and tough exterior, she's too hard to love. With barely a breath left, spring shines its face. She sees the children playing nearby, full of spirit and grace. Without muttering a word, she stands head high, knowing her worth and truth. Hands will soon come, her earth will be new and her blossoms will flow. She sees the towering dogwood protecting its family from the suns radiant glow. She wonders how long it will be before she too can shine. Day in and out, rain and snow. Torches of heat and the bitter cold, she waited for  years for those hands to mend her soul. Waited for someone to fix her so she could stand tall and proud. Waited for someone to show effort that she was worthy of tending her ground. " Why so weepy little one"? Says the skyline of dogwood. " Ive sat silent for 36 years just waiting for the opportunity to grow" she says. " To see love carved on my bark, and visit with the generations of the world. But nobody came back, and nobody asked why. They forgot the joy I once brought to their life, and left me to weep".  With a shake of his branches the towering Dogwood said " My dear, no one comes back for us, its up to us to live. Stretch out your roots and dig yourself deep. Your veins will find your purpose once you believe. Today is the day you journey on your way. Don't stop for false promises of warmth and ray. Keep your face to the sun and listen as I say, todays the day either weep or stay".