The Sun & The Trees
My name is Micaela Jones. I am nothing but skin, blood and bones, But that’s what the world tells me. Deep within myself, I am like a tree That sprouts with leaves of original beauty And branches of love, courage, intelligence and more beauty. I also sprout with twigs of peace & gentleness. I send these twigs out to clean up this world’s mess With a hope that a kind soul receives & uses them wisely. Before I was a lovely tree, I had been given twigs But not like the ones that I sent out. Other trees have let out twigs that had another duty: They had missions to knock me and other trees of my own kind down. I couldn’t grow any further without sending twigs about Doing acts of harmony. And that’s what happened. Frown, I did. Too broken to continue, I was. One day, a wet drop fell on one of my branches. Another followed, then another. Many more followed. It took no longer than five minutes for water to fill the inches. Then it filled the f...