Fertile was the land that once held me in its arms
Sprouting life and love from every corner
Even in the coldest seasons, I felt nurtured
A small sapling then, I soaked up nutrients from the soil

Mother was the ground I grew in, packed in warmth
Father was a stream that flowed to me, and I gratefully drank
Always protected. Always satisfied. Until father saw a flaw in my leaves
And his spring became icy, cold and harmful

I feared when his water came, a cascading tsunami
It tore at my roots and stifled my bloom
Each bit taking more and more
Yet I managed to cling on, trembling and...