I am an oak sapling
Slow growth
My roots are deeper and wider
Than I am high
I am solid
And tender
Strong
Vulnerable
I will twist with the wind
As I grow
My branches
Unfurling in shady tesselations
Offering golden acorns
To birds and squirrels
Spring green leaves
To caterpillars and ants
I need water
And rich earth
To grow
But I can survive a drought
And
I am finding
My forest
Slow Growth
Anna Flurry 