Trees seemed indestructible.
With their tall trunks,
And long limb-like branches.
Their leaves that changed,
And fell with beauty,
And restoration.

I wanted to be indestructible,
With long legs,
And lengthy arms, sturdy like branches.
For my worries to change,
And fall with strength,
And hope.

But I didn't know that trees could be broken.
The wind could blow.
Their branches could fall,
And their roots could dry.
They still made a sound as they fell
Even though no one could hear it.

I found that height didn't mean power.
I could be pushed.
My heart could break,
And my eyes could dry of their tears.
I still made a sound as I fell
Even though no one could hear me.