The fallen tree:
energy still giving.
When old dreams die
the soul takes to wreathing,
but the dear dream that perishes
is so another might start breathing.
Sometimes wisdom begs us to surrender,
to allow us to see the better path appearing.
Time to discard dreams forged in past shackles.
Time for dreams dear to the me who’s still growing.
©September 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne