Tree

In the center of my heart,
she planted a tree.
Happiness
a branch I’d soon know.

The leaves sprouting in full,
with no limitation to height.
The roots carry the depth
of how far her hands have gone
planting the seed I’ll always feel.

Soaring into the sky without limit,
to how much is given,
how much we take.

The fruit of a smile
ripe at every moment.
A gap for us to sit
between the branches.
The moment fear of falling has gone.

The higher we climb.
The higher we sit.