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
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.