Growing

 

Some quiet tree branches ran into me. 

The kind that sport light green glowing tips.  The kind that stretch further than they used to.  The kind that must be noticed.  The kind that cannot not be spotted.  The lovely, tender, healthy, fragrant kind.

The tree branches have grown.

Have I grown?

Do I brighten the way?  Have I stretched beyond my used to's?  Am I noticeable?  Because I'm healthy?  And lovely?  And fragrant?  Is my heart tender?

Am I learning?  Listening?  Accepting?  Trying?  Am I thriving?

If I run into someone, I hope he sees my quiet branches have grown.