Joyful
by Isabelle Williams ’22 The gusty gale carries my seed through the dancing wind; I reverberate in the freedom before I must joyfully rest for the new year. Free, bright-eyed, promising, and young my roots pinned Like pins into the ground, as I observed my surrounding peers. Life has begun. Many months pass, so dark and quiet, but the sun came out and that made me O so cheery. I feel the warmth on my leaves as I stand adjacent to the towering oaks. I see the flowers bloom, and the colors are exquisite: pink, white, yellow, never are they dreary. I embrace the warm waters of youth that help me twinkle and grow— Life is beautiful. My site is now a stronghold, And my sedentary branches sway While I observe the enigmas of happiness unfold. Proposals, picnics, and dates; I watch the jubilant humans dance under my shade. Life is breathtaking. Hundreds of years I have stood strong; My trunk grew larger with the memories I massed Grasping the infinite lessons the humans learned, that I knew all along. My time is finite, but my legacy runs deep. Life is buoyant. This occasion is not sad, purely merry; Nature is beautiful as balance is restored. Alas, I have finally returned home.
10| Spring 2022
