Wait

I wait here. I wait for water. The droplets start to come cascading down my trunk. I wait for sunlight. The rays shine against my bark. I wait for space. My roots billow through the ground and up sprout my seedlings. I wait for them. When they sprout a move my trunks for the slightest cracks on sunlight for them to grow. I wait for death. A man comes off the horse with an axe. I wait for death once again but the man just sat under me for shade. The waits I´ve waited have ceased, for what I wait for does not exists.