I don’t expect you to be like me
Or even grow from the same tree
If the wind blows your seed 2wards me,
What fruit are you bearing from your tree?
Watching 2 see if you grow into me
You may require a different nutrient than I
Which means I
Am not the one who supplies
What you need to grow in life.
That comes from the Earth that gives life
As seasons bring strife…
But you grow in the strife of life…right?
How I give may not be
How you give to live.
How you live may not be
How I live to give…
But I live…and I give…
Just not the way you give…
May be not in the way you live.
Again, I don’t expect you to be like me.
Just appreciate who I am…