His was a branch that could not ignore gravity’s teasing;
his bows overburdened with insecurity
finally bowed to their heft,
but she reminds him that all is not lost.

Her tears fall from cloudy eyes,
each raindrop a liquid sentiment,
contributes to a rippling mirror,
and in the sieve of her sorrow,
he could see happiness more vividly than ever before.

After imploring the Earth to have mercy upon his limbs for so long,
she reminds him he is fated for the heavens.
He need not be sullied by a soiled heart
only will himself to sunshine
and stretch above all the others who do not yet know
that it is from tears that grow new trees.