Budding Leaves

Budding leaves stem from the branches

In a tree that does not move

In a life with many chances

Simply, to live

Simply, to stay

In a lit sky

In a darkness that was

Merely a day

The roots are the age

The height is the stage

And all that is sheltered

Is what one protects

In a life filled with rage

You can climb these branches

You can rush above the shadow

You are your own light

Above the tree

Below the sky

There is only one question to answer

And that is merely why

Bend the branches of the tree that shelters you

Stay underneath if you are content

Climb above if you wish to see

All that is heaven sent

All that is meant to be