They stand before us, dependent.
The next generation with wondrous eyes and trusting hearts whose unhardened tips are still kelly green and soft. They have yet to taste bitterness, hardship or disappointment.
They stand before us trusting we will love and nurture, shed our experiences and wisdom like a delicate bed of pine needles, encompassing and sheltering their future.
They stand before us expecting a fertile and viable soil to cultivate, just as we expected of our elders who believed in us enough to honor and preserve the earth.
They stand before us and ask that we give them the same opportunities that were given to us, and to love and cherish the land and each other, so that they can have thick bark and strong deep roots to endure the storms, and lasting branches of foliage green with energy from the sun.