Separate but whole*

I have seem to come here with a truth

I was a product that was deep in a root

I sprawled upward and began to grow

A teaching in every moment that I know

Strength was within and I continued on

There was no end result in seeing it done

But behold that when I fell from my parent, the oak tree

They were no longer needed for who I found was me

I stayed silent for a spell and possibly journeyed a mile

Until I was comfortable to stay awhile

For now it is my turn that it is to be born

To become once again that oak tree, the acorn

Dom*Colucci 2014