you're still here from last fall
you toss and turn in my mind
the breeze blowing coldly on us both.
with winter you withered but didn't fall away
the shape of what you once were hangs in my memory now.
when i am stripped to nothing
still you remain.

it's a new season, and growth is starting again
but still you remain.
i grow, in all directions
i grow
but there is no growth strong enough. is it you hanging onto me
or is it me hanging on to you?

as seasons begin to change
faster and faster
there you remain
never moving from that place you've claimed.

In my heart,
growth is no threat to you
it's yours too.