LAC, Yoga Class With My Sister
Open up the branches
and let the light shine through,
speckled leaves in the wind.
When a branch shifts in the breeze
and the wind caresses each flower,
don’t panic.
The roots are growing deeper
as we speak, longer, reaching further,
just like the tree next to it.
Nearby, strong and tall.
Close by, short and wavering.
Don’t be scared
when the leaves fall and
the soil washes away.
It will all come back,
even if not the same.
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So love this.
Especially the comparison to the trees.
Ending gives such hope.
Thank you