Teaching quietly

Stones do not move freely

Unless the storm comes by surprise.

Trees bend and politely deny

The status quo.

Nature is the real teacher.

Loving the tree

Like wood I will grow,

Slow and steady in my nature,

A Strong support with little holes.

I will stretch my Arms to gather energy

and sustain the little forest friends.

I will find me with my Head up to the sun,

and a caring shadow below.