Iterum

It starts small,

Then it grows big,

Others die,

But it lives.

As it thrives, the vulnerability of a sapling is gone.

The gift of age and maturity,

Decades of progression,

Now it can give back.

However, strength is selective and unfortified to some.

With one swift movement,

Everything that once was, has vanished.

In a concrete world, it is just one tree.

Just one tree

And this is where it all changes.

Belief is only good when it propels action.

Restoration is undervalued.

It starts small,

Then it grows big,

Others die, and so will the tree,

Until its presence is revived.