Strong as an oak, rooted and brave and yet my leaves are vulnerable...exposed...
lifting up, pushing against the wind...trying to hang on...
Some would say, this is where my beauty resides....the changing of my colors, the blossoms of springs morning glow...
I remain the rooted oak....strong and lasting allowing my leaves to be as the be...
They will come again, more beautiful, being strengthen from the internal love of
rings of wisdom and divine creation...
I am whole...
twittering in my thoughts...
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