Growth

Like a tree

We have roots

And we grow

To have branches

While we grow, we blossom

We weather the storms

And learn that when it rains

It pours

We take in the sun

And we shine

Continuing to grow

Stronger.

But, when our sun

Is taken away

And we no longer see the light

We become too weak to handle the storms

We no longer grow

And suffocate. 

All the elements that made us

Are the same that make us wilt. 

Till death do us part?