Perennial

I waited for eternity and longer until a whole new life had taken root inside me, till its branches had grown stronger mature enough to bear and carry fruit I waited till its trunk was warm and steady and comforting to wrap my arms around and when I leant against it I felt ready to grow, with feet embedded in the ground I waited till the canopy above me was thick enough to offer shelter, shade; each leaf a gentle word from one who loved me which never lost its colour or decayed I sit beneath what life and I created and being here is all I need achieve One day, neither despondent, nor elated I’ll carve my name into its bark...and leave.