Jumping

Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously. Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her. The only certainty was the risk itself. The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its roots. She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end ironically, saved her from it. Fly away new homebird. Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall... We will catch you, always