Full Circle
I was a tree conceived of problems
When the storm comes my leaves fall hopelessly
My leaves were withered
Lost
Dead
There were times where there were no storms
I felt alone
During the course of time I realized I wasn’t alone
There were others, who felt this loneliness
This knowledge gave me strength
Now I am a strong, enormous tree
Whatever typhoons come, I will not fall
I will still be here
Even if some branches are gone
I will still sway happily
Declaring that I continue
There may be many storms
But leaves continue to move with meaning
