The Tree I was meant to be - 25 Jan 2017

The wind must have brought me here.
I don't want to travel, but I must.

I want to take roots and stay, somewhere.
I want to die, be buried, spring to life and Live there.

But I must find my ground.
My soil.
my sky.
My water.
My rocks and my wind.

I will know when I meet them, I will know
because only there will I grow
in stillness.

After all, only when a seed dies, is a tree born.

The wind must have brought me here.
It must've been a mistake.
Never mind. Things Happen.

There is hope. Always. All-ways.
Because things, all things, change.
Change Happens. Changes Happen.

And thanked be God, that he made her round.
He loves her so much, he ensured,
no matter how far he goes,
He eventually comes around,
to where he left from.

This wind that is trailing him, and carried me
and dropped me here,
will come around & carry me
and drop me there.

I will know.
I will know my air, my soil,
my sky and my land.

I will get down there.
I will die there, and I will get born there,
For ever.

I will become the tree,
I was meant to be.