Gifted Tree

Together spirited; yet hardy
I am to be,
More than ever before,
Where lies my key; under this tree

Whos roots I planted; loosly,
Incase the heavens rained,
But don't you worry; tumble we will,
With scrapes and sores; slightly pained,

Yet truely; (He had only just awoken
For the tree stands and never sleeps)
So of changes I speak,
From the boy whom never weeps

7/16/13 ~ Erwin Jung