I'm Growing Your Not

The roots grow deep
Taking hold-forever ground,
Your on the move
Hill bound.

I praise the sunlight
And spring breeze,
Once long ago when you were adamant
That's why you showed me.

Look how much I, we've grown
Into sun children standing tall,
Even the cloudiest dark rain
Does not the wilt befall.

Now were strangers,
Come the pollinating humming honey bee,
And your development of thorns
That's kept the closeness of me.

I promise the purest o waters,
For reigning sunshine,
Swear by our forest
That your stigma is all mine.