I am the tree. I am tall and strong. I have
lived many many years. My branches are
many. My roots are deep.
Life beats within. Life is created. My children
are the new trees. I hold onto them, and
shelter them from storms when they are
small. I share my heart with them.
I see my heart inside them as they become
their own life, and I must let go. They are the
tall ones. The strong ones. The protectors.
Confident. My Breath...My Life