Nourished in Silence
Almost a year has passed since I planted you,
A slender sapling in this arid land.
No rain descends, yet I have nourished you,
Drop by patient drop, morning and evening.
I have watched your roots probe the thirsty soil,
Your tender leaves stretch slowly toward the sun,
Learning, with quiet resolve, to claim your place.
You braved the torrid summer, searing winds,
And now rise nine feet in measured triumph,
A living testament to care, patience, and endurance.
Sunlight dances upon your expanding leaves,
The desert breeze murmurs softly through your branches.
Sitting here this afternoon, I feel such joy,
Wondering how high your crown might rise, how deep your shade,
And even in harsh earth, hope endures,
For in steadfast tending, life takes root and flourishes.
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