Our lives are like living ivy, crawling with our growth of knowledge, growing with our experiences of storm and sunshine. We cling to the foundation of limitless direction, finding nothing but room to grow wherever we please, and finding that as life goes on, so do our branches and winding vines with leaves of new growth as we shed away the past; the growth of old now just a memory, the experiences of good and bad, lost or found hope in the fence we are twined in, or a tear of happiness as the last leaf falls to the ground.
Be proud of your ivy, the leaves that fall will leave an imprint forever, and the leaves to grow will flourish with every storm. When the sun shines bright soak up it's warmth and greatness, for you need it, you have to have it. When the sky rains down on you as hard as rocks, listen and watch. Even if your life seems troubled in the storm, your roots will drink from the left over water in the calm of the storm, and you will be stronger.