To be forever young.
Let not the weight of my spirit grow heavy as my roots propel me upward.
Let me be a tree.
Always to be born again with the coming of spring.
But still growing.
And I ask only that my roots and branches be left to wander where they may.
Until no longer they can stretch. But also let that be a long while.
For the world is beautiful and I long to see the most of it.
If I should one day uproot and take flight worry not,
for something has just caught my eye at a further distance.
It's good to look closely at things.
Did you notice the flowers
that grow at my base? They are my offering to you.
How can I not give something back to match what I take in?
Should you take some with you
more will grow.
That is the nature of love.
We sustain each other.