and i stand rooted
as my maker has intended.
and i will bear the sweetest fruits
and the brightest leaves will shine.
curse me again.
for your resentment
means nothing
and knows nothing
into the air it will falter and vanish.
when shelter you seek,
shade i will provide.
but fear and fear you must
for time and tide waits for no man.
beware your shadows
beware your exhalation
for a single intended broken twig
may and can
paralyze you
forever.