Roots to grow
from past conception,
reaching above
toward new convention

The branching complexity
of segment and limb
umbrellas below
flush skies to a dim

The leaves top
the treetop
that dance in the breeze,
at the edge of anxiety
wavering with ease

Doubt stales
and dies over time,
withering away
what was born in sunshine

In rising above
the tree’s in full view,
it’s one in a forest
we must learn
to navigate through