Giulietta Passarelli, Author/Poet/Writer

I awoke feeling the tickle of sunlight upon my leaves

Stretching my arms upwards from the touch of dew

I seem taller today

At least an inch more

It took so long I slept through it

The wind blows me dry

I quiver from the cool breezes

That pass between, swaying

Now I am new and gleaming

My bark is strong, my lips feathery

Sweetened by the taste of broken berries

I am deep into the earth

From last evening's rain, I am nourished

Little visitors come to play

Bushy tails, feathered wings, children climb and sit

Now I am loved.