As the willow's roots spread deep and wide ever searching for room to grow... so I must search, first for my roots......then which way to go.
Understanding my own existance is easy. I am here. The bark upon my trunk is sturdy but worn. Long and short branches flow easily in the breeze. Emerald leaves rustle as nature takes its course.
But how did I become who I am? Surely the tender care and nurturing as a young one shaped my existance. But who planted me here..started me on my way?
Everyone has a family tree upon which the rich heritage and traditions can be drawn upon for strength.
I search for my roots, the basis of all life, my natural tree...to which I know nothing of.
jaz 99 Destiny |
