The Tree was rooted in the ground,
Though that's not where her spirit rested.
The Wind rustled through her branches,
As she stretched their green to the blue above.
Light from above streamed down,
Nourishing to her spirit after a time of tumultuous storms.
The endurance she had built had not let her down,
And at last she could feel the calm settling in.
She was still a growing tree,
She would be like this for a long time yet,
Still, her trunk twisted it's way towards the sky,
Determined to grow ever more.