The Discarded Sand Pale

We must lose the tender sapling
to bring forth the towering Fir
The tree you are has garnered another ring
each strata adding to your strength
but I am so sad to see that spurned yellow shovel
and the discarded little bucket
we used so often enjoyed together
rolling down the beach
I hated the tedious sand castles
but I loved and still love the time with you
you have been the source of my joy
and I pray you grow straight and true
to resists the lashing winds
and the inevitable tests
straining the grain of our life
I hope you absorb the strength of that sea
the smell of that adjacent verdant grove
and the memory of each laugh and each hug
for I have all that wealth to give you
if only you are wise enough to safeguard it
deep in the forest of our hearts.