Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees ...............
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.
I don’t know what it is about this tree but it seems like I have suddenly become compelled to capture every movement and change it makes …….
I sit on my bed and look out at it and I feel peace ….
I watch the winds attack it fiercely some days yet it’s branches just move with the wind and the tree itself stands still …… I look at it as a reminder that no matter how stormy and rough it gets you just have to just sway with the wind while you stand strong ……
I love this place where I am now and I love the peace and contentment I feel even when the times are so unpredictable …….
My pain sometimes sends me to my bed crying and sometimes I am forced to deal with things that I thought were so far gone it could never affect me but like this tree I know I have already proven over and over time and time again I am a strong woman and this too shall pass