Ivan Delgado
Mrs.Vadas
2/4/04
English IV
the Olive Tree
I sit here in the ground, getting ready for the spring. During the harsh cold of the winter called life far above, I wait to bloom. Waiting to burst from the ground the hinders me, I begin to dream of the successes which can be achieved for a plant like me. I dream of standing stately before all trees. Standing taller then most, I dream of sprouting into the tree tha t represents peace, faith, and religion. I dream of excelling in all the areas In which a plant may live. In the midst of the winter I continue to dream. I am the seed.
I stand up in the sunlight. High above the other newborns. With each inch I grow, more and more successes, like water are sucked up into the roots of my soul. Tasting like honey, I continue to strive for more and more, to quell the thirst of my inner plant.
I stand before you, an experienced adolescent Olive Tree. I have surived the many winters of life and sorrow, and learned many lessons in my life. I was once a shrub but now a tall tree, with my friends the birds resting on my branches. They tell me their problems and I give them my advice. My roots go deep, not just in soil, but in God. Many a wanderer, most with heavy burdens, have rested in the strength of my branches or the trenches of the hollows of my trunk. I have lived a life of joy and tears, love and fears. But I know my life is just beginning. Another winter is coming my leaves are gone and my branches are bare, but just like the joy that comes in the morning, I know that life will come in the spring.
