I have been waiting for my life to begin. The light pours in and the old cocoon of darkness falls away allowing vision. I can see the green grass around me, the bushes to my right, a bench only a few feet away. I watch, day by day. I can feel life coursing through my veins, I see people waiting for their friends or significant others on the bench. A person cried on the bench waiting for someone to come back who never would. A dog waits by its master for food, it never got any. I sit waiting, not sure for what, but I wait, and I grow. Taller, Taller, higher towards the sky, and then my waiting was done. My children began to spring up before me. I could now rest easily, tall and lumbering in the park described previously. I have been waiting, just a tree, waiting for the day I could see my kids begin to grow all over the place.