The Shaking Leaf Poem by David Baker

I am shaking like a leaf,
drifting on a lonely lake.
But when my roots take hold,
watch the earth around me
start to quiver and quake.

My roots will delve deep,
my branches reach high.
I am just a seed right now, I know,
but I will grow strong and spry.

I will become a shelter
from the rain and thunder,
a willow for the weary
to take refuge under.

I am brave and I am bold;
I am a willow no longer weeping
for relief.

For I am a tree,
not a shaking leaf.