The day we first met
You were a sapling in the undergrowth. 

Not more than a foot tall
I took a shovel and dug you out of the earth. 
Placing you in a sack
I drove home and planted you outback. 

Withered and yellowed
I wondered about my transgression
I watered your roots, mulched and sheltered. 

One day I noticed
New growth.
Soft, spruce green. 

I continued my diligence,
I push my saplings on the swing
Wondering about the day

Theirs too may swing from your branches.