Trees are strong and firm creatures.
Fed by streams of water, they have stabilizing roots and they flourish.
I am not a tree.
I will be like chaff in the wind, cursed with the inability to settle.
Fate had dealt me no home, no place to run for belonging.
I must find my own way to flourish.
Therefore, I will run and find strength in the journey.
I will find belonging in strange places and new people.
The blessings of the trees may haunt me, but
I will touch the corners of the earth.
I may not have stabilizing roots, but
I will find the triumph of climbing mountains, feel the life of cities.
My heart will beat as I explore.
My soul will be filled as I find the courage to keep moving.
Doomed to wander the earth in search of everything and nothing.
Until one day I find the serenity of the trees.