I grow in three tenses— Past present future—woven like bark Each ring a memory each scar mark. In the past was soil and silence Whyalla winds moving through iron roofs. A boy with sand his shoes Learning lessons of rust resilience. The sun taught me patience sea depth. held stories my hands— Some mine some shared all precious. am trunk tension Fueled by code caffeine. My fingers speak keystrokes mind shifts between logic longing. build futures pixels Yet pause to feel weight now. Adelaide hums beneath feet city movement canvas choice. becoming— Not finished not perfect but alive. future will be canopy courage Reaching for stars haven’t named yet. voice sound rooms entered work move beyond reach. There failure yes— But also flight. plant ideas seeds And watch them others. Legacy won’t monument garden people walk through. Past: roots that hold me. Present: steadies Future: branches dare. All me reaching.