Like an old tree that standing tall beside me
who grew up from a little seed,
I will grow up from my youth.
Stronger than myself right now.
A witness of every event
that will occur around me.
I will stand tall like him/her
and everyone will look up at me.
Yes, like the tree, people will carve at me.
They will seek help from me
when their rainy days come.
And leave me alone when it ends.
Some will need my shadows
when its sunny
but soon they will be needed to go.
I shall not expect from anyone but my self.
Like the old tree, weather will form me
through all those years.
Experiences, problems, adventures, events, situations
-those are the weathers in my life that I shall pass through.
The weathers that will form me.
And then, it will come.
The weather that will make me
fall from where I stand.
The one that will end my life.
© 2017 Janica Lenett Balazon