If only you could see.

I was never made in a day.

 I was made of the soil I grew up in, the water I absorbed, the air I took in, and the sky I dreamt to touch some day. 

I am made up of the scars on my trunk, the leaves I shed each autumn and the twigs which broke off me as I grew. 

I am made up of the songs of birds who dwell in my trunk, squirrels who hop around me and kids who have carved their names on my chest with chalk and stone. 

I am made of so much love and so much pain. 

If only you could see me like that.