To a Sycamore
You are tall, proud, and majestic.
You have a soft heart that emerges, with time,
From beneath your gruff exterior.
When hard times come, you remain stable,
Quiet, unassuming, and you wait patiently
For them to pass.
When good times come, you flourish ,
Blossoming up and out and full of life.
For all our human wonders, we have never attained
Your steadiness, your inner peace.
Teach us how to be like you.