You are not
this runted little tree
shiver-dancing near the top
of an overlooked mountain,
fated to the thin, rocky
soil of your life.
But imagine if you were.
Imagine if
all you had to do
to be beautiful
was to let the wind
dance you where you stand
as you grow into
the only shape
you ever had.
Discover your natural path to full belonging…
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