To All Saplings

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A tree is a grand thing to behold.
The leaves of a tree are often bitter, yet the fruit is sweet.
When the bitter leaves collect light from the sun,
and the firm, anchoring roots draw the water from the well of the earth
the tree brings forth fruit, which is sweet and nourishing.

All because of those bitter leaves, often poisonous.
Those leaves which when tasted, can almost kill.
Now, we may be all leaves. Just now planted.
The roots are still searching for the surest soil.

Don't give up, little sapling.
Grow little sapling, grow towards the light.
One day, you will be like the great elm.
And give rest to doves.

By Tejano