It takes time for a tree to grow
it takes time for a flower to bloom
It takes time for a baby to form in the darkness of the womb
I was reaching for the heavens
I was dreaming of the stars
my growth became thin and weedy
reaching for some invisible Nirvana
So chop me down and burn the firewood
let me start again
this time, my roots strong and deep
aware of my place and the ground around me
grateful for the rain that washes me
and the chance to start again
I do not reach for the heavens
I do not dream of the stars
but I awake each day to a new dawn
and that is more than enough
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