At 19
I planted a tree
Watered it and added mulch
I fenced it from grazers
Pruned the sick leaves and gave it a name

At 19
I marked the birth of my ambitions
And kissed my ceremonial tree
I had made a nonstop friendship with my passion

By Mishpoet

Mish is a passionate writer who specializes in writing poetry. She believes in addressing issues touching on environment, lifestyles and social justices through poetic art. Writing is her lifestyle.