I grow in three tenses Past present future woven like bark Each ring a memory each scar mark. In the past was seed growing silence Country winds moving through deep sea. A boy with sand his shoes Learning lessons of trust and resilience. The sun taught me patience sea depth. held stories my hands Some mine some shared all precious. present am tree Branches spread out wide Reaching for stars haven’t named yet. Fuelled by Ambition Desires. My fingers speak keystrokes mind shifts between logic longing. strive future Yet pause to feel weight now. Crowds’ hum air Now city movement canvas choice. becoming Not finished not perfect but alive growing. Future stand fully flourished branches reaching upwards voice is heard rooms yet entered work stretches beyond reach. Failure meets me yes But so does flight. plant ideas seeds And watch them rise others. legacy lives as monument garden people walk through. Past: roots that hold me. Present: trunk steadies Future: dare. All reaching.