trees are like humans
she says
they take forever to grow
they start small
when they’re grownups
they don’t grow anymore

they stay in one place
i want to tell her
they’re trapped by roots
taunted by wind
pelted with precipitation
they never stop growing

you’re right
i say instead
knowing that
how she sees the world
could change by morning
and i should cherish
how she sees it today.