Grow little sapling. Grow.

Dance in the sun. Be free. Live in the wind and breathe in the air around you. Reach deep in the soil for the nutrients your heart longs for. Let the gardener prune. Soon, you’ll see the blossoms that replace once dry bones. You’ll see the fruit covering once dead flesh.Your pain is a flicker in comparison to the flame. Your heart is broken glass, in need of fusing. Your spirit is a wounded dove, in need of healing. Your soul is a tender child, in need of a father.

Just be, little sapling. Don’t look to the other oaks and pines; you are my special tree. I can’t wait till you see what you are going to be. So beautiful and strong. Blossoming with promise and radiating healing life with the power of your fragrance. Your flowers, so beautiful and unique, blossoming with a fiery fervor that no breeze could put out. Your leaves, so brilliant, no emerald could compare to the palate of colors in your story.

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