Where do I begin?

Where do I begin?

My leaves aren't at my roots but at my branches.

Yet at times I find myself reaching for what my roots would.

Born to mixed soils, I am anchored by love.

But the quality of soils became questionable, as one day I found myself feeling stunted, unable to grow my roots any further, unable to extend my branches, I felt lost and began to wither.

While withering I became a miserable admirer. An admirer of artistic creation, an emulator of life, of lessons expressed through words. A chemical reaction happened within. Misery exchanged for water.

Admiration & Positivity became my fertilizer. Fueled me even though my soils hadn't changed.

In time I was revived, I learned.

To be mindful and present, to see the bigger picture, and be appreciative, to make the most of my resources, operate with wisdom and discernment. Adhering to the divine law I swore myself to uphold.

To encertain that all is well within my family.

To reflect the love, patience, and generosity bestowed upon me.

To always be positive and speak kindly to myself.

To be the best version, and know in time I will attract and obtain all I wish to do.