Growing...

Growing...
I wrote this poem after my grandma died of cancer. During high school I learnt a lot about life and what to expect from it. But I also know the great joy that comes from living and loving. And I know that someday, I'll never have to think about dying...


A seed is planted in the ground,
Just like a child put into earth.
Every year the young tree stretches it branches,
Starting to explore this new land.
The same does baby touching everthing at hand.
Both the tree and the child, grow with their hands outstretched towards the sun.

Some day they will reach it, when they are old and far from young.
Every time I shed my leaves a new part of life begins for me.
A life of adventure, full of lessons, and fun.
Even though I'm in my twenties, for me...
Live has just begun.

I make my own path up, just like the tree growing towards the sun.
I see my elders pass away, and new children come and come.

I grow through life's barriers of selfishness and heartache.
I know I will be scarred with my many sins, but I will always stand tall.
I will always try to be happy, and notice the blessings around me.

And when I get there someday, I will take my elders place.
Then I will watch new trees grow, reaching towards the sun.
I will see them be happy and see them be sad...
But with tears of joy in my eyes, because I know that someday...

Someday, when I am gone, they will take my place.
They will grow to be something like me and the will win life's race.
And so it will continue until the old tree and I have gone.
But right now I am in my young life and my life I will live on.

By: Sara Sue Renee