Branches of Belonging

I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins, like sunlight weaving through branches, casting warmth on cold earth. In shadows, I gathered light, each ray a promise, each beam a whisper filling spaces of despair. With hands outstretched, I became a gardener, planting seeds of love in the soil of his heart, tending to wounds like petals. The forest listened, its soft sighs a chorus, as I sought the truth beneath layers of leaves, light revealing paths to safety. In the courtroom’s embrace, I stood tall, a lighthouse, shining bright for him, a beacon guiding him home, where love flows like a river.