go with it. Such a nice day
I am a Tree
I am a tree. I am strong. My roots press deep to sustain
my glorious journey into the sky. I am life. I create life. I
am home. I am shelter.
I am nourishment.
The storms strip my bark and sever my limbs to expose
my fragile side. I suffer, I
starve, I shiver.
Part of me dies. Part of me is born.
How magnificent I
am. My seductive limbs are mine
alone. My shadows, my rhythm, my
flaws add to my wonder.
I am unique. I am a tree.
My core may
split or completely start over. Hence, I continue my dance with the wind,
the water, and the weather.
I am broken. I rise up.
When I die I
leave much behind; in such I do not die. I give life and continue on
journey into the sky.
I am a tree.