What is Trust?

A bare tree
As spring dawns on its rays
A bud appears
Small, barely visible

I see it, the smallness
I glimpse a bit; it grows
It is but a small leaf
On a bare winter tree

I step back, and look
There is only one bud
The tree is too bare
The bud too lonely

Another appears
And with it a second
The suns rays shine
The leaves appear

The tree is full
The flowers now dazzle in
Springs fresh breath
The tree is beautiful