Grow With Me.

The time I have been around is more than you can imagine; the weathers' long years have taken its toll on my surface, the surroundings have long since changed, and yet I remain. Seeing the world subdue to times' numerous changes. I have watched the soil I grew so accustom to resting by my side get washed away by the furiously beautiful rain. I have felt the blistering sun melt the print that identified my purpose. I have smelled the stringent odor of the neighbors that have come and gone, never to return. I have tasted the rust that covers my hinges from these past years, knowing there is only more to come. Through all of this however, I do not fear the future that will bestow itself upon me.