Rough Draft Craft

Sometimes I feel

that we’re like a field of young trees

freshly nestled in the dirt

by loving but imperfect hands

we sway with the wind

cautiously yet bravely

because we’re more sensitive to it

than most.

We’re wary of falling

and though we are young we know certainly

the danger of storms.

Yet we continue to turn our gaze

to the sky

planting our feet firmly

deeply

into the security of our home

in the hopes that our best days

are way ahead of us.