...of letting go...

"and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom." - anais nin

this has always,

always been a

favorite tree of mine.

ever since i was little

and climbed it's branches.

and sat beneath it in it's shade

eating one of it's apples.

it is old.

it is tired.

this poem makes me think of this tree.

(yeah i'm not sure why either)

it is dying...

already gone.

it can not hold on any longer.

it is shedding it's skin.

the summer past...was it's last.

to stay alive was more painful than it was to let go.

it let go.

it could not.

hold on.

any longer.

it's spirit is free.

it

will

always

be

loved.

just BE.

robin.