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
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