Watching Our Young Tree

As the wind begins to bluster we watch that tattered tree. It's grown to mean so much to us we planted it....you and me. Today the wind seems brutal as we watch our young tree bend. Our fear is that it's just too weak. Don't let this be the end. In horror we just watch it while it nearly bends in half. We hear it creak (or is it cry) . And through our nerves we laugh. To our suprise it stands tall. It's weathered one more day. It may be slightly curved now but that curve will go away. We get to watch our young tree grow to wondrous heights. In life this also happens but do we recognize the sights.