Foundations

... she had nothing much to give as she searched her pockets for gratitude, selfless gifts had made her journey so much easier than she could have ever longed for, invaluable presents from a passionate heart and she looked at the inscription in the ageing tree of her childhood an arrow of love on the cinnamon bark of tomorrow that always looked to become a distant past, a couple of bows tied around the trunk, now faded and torn beyond recognition, all that was left was words of kindness, a sincere apology and farewell to becoming an aspiration beyond her wildest dreams ... my tree of kind life planted roots of compassion you gave me your wings