I was once told the story of a tree,
Not of its trunk, nor its leaves that dance free,
But of what lies hidden, deep underground —
A world of silence, where life is first found.
In darkness it grows, twisting through stone,
Stretching and bending, finding its own.
Until one day, it breaks through the air,
Breathing in light — fragile, yet rare.
Lessons unfold — of joy, of pain,
Of laughter, loss, of sun and rain.
Blessings fall like shadows near,
Each one a trial, each one sincere.
At times, the pull drags you below,
Where roots remember what they know.
Still, you rise — again, again —
For growth is born from both joy and pain.
You may stay safe within the trunk,
Or dive deep down where truth is sunk.
For life is more than what we see,
It’s the roots, the storms, the mystery.
Each feeling new, each fear once known,
Echoes the past, yet helps you grow.
Resilience whispers, “You can climb,”
Through every break, through endless time.
And so, you bloom — the longest branch,
A healing soul, in life’s great dance.
A tender leaf in the morning air,
Soft, sensitive — yet strong, aware.
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
I was once told the story of a tree,
Not of its trunk, nor its leaves that dance free,
But of what lies hidden, deep underground —
A world of silence, where life is first found.
In darkness it grows, twisting through stone,
Stretching and bending, finding its own.
Until one day, it breaks through the air,
Breathing in light — fragile, yet rare.
Lessons unfold — of joy, of pain,
Of laughter, loss, of sun and rain.
Blessings fall like shadows near,
Each one a trial, each one sincere.
At times, the pull drags you below,
Where roots remember what they know.
Still, you rise — again, again —
For growth is born from both joy and pain.
You may stay safe within the trunk,
Or dive deep down where truth is sunk.
For life is more than what we see,
It’s the roots, the storms, the mystery.
Each feeling new, each fear once known,
Echoes the past, yet helps you grow.
Resilience whispers, “You can climb,”
Through every break, through endless time.
And so, you bloom — the longest branch,
A healing soul, in life’s great dance.
A tender leaf in the morning air,
Soft, sensitive — yet strong, aware.