The Mold

When I look back over the years, my words are silent but my smile shines; remembering my roots. You planted the seed of enlightenment and showed me how to plant my feet on solid ground. When I was thirsty for advice, you fed me the truth; I've grown from the light given by the man above. My trunk was made of love, laughs, and joy. So now as a full grown tree, my branches are spread wide to return the favor for planting the seed that has successfully prepared me.