Trees of Existence

A Tiny seed, Planted inside of Me. Long Before I Grew to be, This branch of reality. Anchored in Eternity, About to come out. A Tiny little Sprout, Being tossed about. The winds of Change, Strengthen the Core. Lengthening its story, Exploring it's territory. Roots Replenishing, Nurturing Within. As little leaves, Gather their green. Experiences in the breeze, Reaching with Ease. A little tease, Arising Ideas. Abstract and real, A nub is revealed, Sealing the deal. The path is real, Energy returns to It's roots, Matching up the Truths, Found in its trunk. Tossing the Junk. Returning, winds start Churning, Leaves twisting and turning, Branches Contorting, Reporting back to Source, Then back up to resume its course. Strengthening it's Existence, Like Trees In the distance.