lesson

Like a tree that loses a branch,
you too will break,
under storms unseen,
under words unkind.

Yet the tree does not mourn its limb,
nor bends to stitch what’s gone—
it feels the sun upon the wound,
and quietly begins again.

Let your hurt fall to the soil,
let it feed your roots instead of fears.
Grow new dreams from what once bled,
and stretch toward the light that calls you near.

For life never asks you to be whole again—
only alive, wiser, and willing to bloom.