As April proceeds I start to grow self conscious of my personal growth, as all of my other tree colleagues have all blossomed already while I remain with my same barren branches. I thought the peeling bark and my forming buds were signals of pretty flowers soon to come, yet I stand here alone while I watch my companions be praised and admires for their bursts of white, pink, and red flowers. I must remind myself that progress is indeed not linear. My leaves will come! All there is is to wait with patience.
Although I am shy,
My leaves are soon to emerge.
New life almost here.
