Ancient roots take hold,

Tiny seed to growing oak,

Life's journey unfolds.

Youth's branches stretch wide,

Reaching for dreams in the sky,

Unfurling with pride.

Maturity's bark,

Weathered by time's gentle touch,

Stories etched within.

Autumn leaves descend,

Whispering tales of seasons,

Nature's final call.

Silent in slumber,

Beneath the moon's watchful eye,

The cycle renews.

pushing through the maze

of amniotic fluid

catching life’s lightening

toddling through breaking

glass, the abusive dry leaves

of silent knowledge

making fake friends laugh

was my one superpower

without the red cape

working for nothing

but raising a family

the means to an end

padding retirement

in the golden years of life

working till i’m dead