Son, I wonder have we provided you the right soil in which to thrive?
Will you form deep roots, grow solid like an oak to protect you against the storm?
You are the tallest tree in our little forest, they say you grow like a weed.
But it is not just height you need.
You often look so carefree, your beautiful smile.
Other times your face is like stone, determined to keep thoughts inside.
Already, you have some scars, you think you are physically invincible.
We have but a few years before the world says you are an adult.
You are ready to branch out into the wider world.
Yet I can’t forget it was just yesterday you were the smallest tree in our little forest.