What luck!
It’s like it was meant to be...
Look at you, you’re beautiful!

Who says one can’t mend a broken branch back up onto its rightful place?

With time,
I know you’ll sway up above
with the breeze of the wind,
in the heights you were destined to reach.

Seems as if the vitality of the poor thing was ****** straight out of it!
Look at it laying there in the soil;
It was just too weak to hold up its own weight,
the humility.

Don’t be sorry, All you need is strength.
Even the burliest of flora lack this.
Sure one can flaunt their heights,
but how deep do their roots flow?
That of which they formed their beginnings.

It’s not too bad of a branch,
one could root it.
It’s fight shouldn’t be over yet.
It must have been so heavy my darling,
was it truly your own creations that caused your demise? No?!
What caused you to quit?
Oh, The crows?
Those beautiful *******.
I’m sorry.

It’s covered in unblossomed beauties,
spurring with unnoticed complexities,
The tangled twigs make it look unkempt.

But what a waste of potential!
It would have made the tree so full.

You are enough, my beloved.
Can I keep you?
Nourish you with all I’ve got
Can I grow with you?
You’ll be your own tree.
You’ll see!  I’ll love you.
I see your potential!
for I see myself in you.