When I was little,
there was a branch on the pine
tree by my swing set.
The branch was low enough
that my feet would hit it,
if I swung high enough.
I loved swinging and hitting the branch,
it was one of my favorite summer activities.
Than, one winter
my beloved tree branch
broke off due to the weight from the snow.
I realized that the tree branch is a metaphor for life.
The tree lost something, maybe it's soul or arm;
either way the tree still lives.
We lose things or people in our lives,
but just like the tree we still live.
We get through things just like a simple tree.
I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from my journal because there is more to come. I'll see you soon!!