We have things in common,

You and I.

We were planted without choice,

And grew beyond measure.

You have been through wind and sleet,

And every kind of stormy weather.

I have also been through the storms of life,

And here we stand still.

The wind does not waver you,

The snow only dusts you.

For you have bent to them before,

But no longer.

The storms of life are meant to be weathered,

So that we may spread out branches strong.

As I have watched you do,

And you have watched me.

We have things in common,

You and I.

We were planted without choice,

And have grown strong against the weather.

Together.