I’ve weaved leaves between my fingers
An attempt to self-obscure
Trees breath the air of freedom
I’ve always wondered
When it’d be my turn
The evergreen trees outside my window
They call me to rise
They see me to sleep
And they taught me
There is freedom in learning
To put yourself first
Yes, hail tapped the window with urgency
But, the trees whispered reassurance
“You’ll see when you’re ready”
And they taught me
There is freedom in knowing
You put yourself first
Trees grow weathered yet remain evergreen
I’ve grown weathered
I’ve grown evergreen