I try to keep them all together
Tied firmly to my branches
Just as I hold tight to my roots.
They sway to the wind’s caresses
And grow heavy with temptation.
Sometimes they bloom with the surety
That their beauty will seduce.
Often, they think that they know better than me.
Can a part ever be better than the whole?
Will the flowers maintain their beauty
If they adorned the ground instead?
How far would the leaf’s adventure take it
Before it withered and slept forever?
I hold them in my embrace only till I know
That it is time to finally let them go.
No rebellion is needed my children,
For I am a tree. I know what it is to yearn to be free.