There is a fable in the forest whispered by branches as they blow,
A tale about the truth of leaving
Things that no longer help you grow.
On the surface, it looks simple; you need only lace your boots,
But there is nothing quite as painful As untangling your roots.
And the proof is found in tree stumps
Of the price some pay to flee,
That they would cut their lives in half To cut the time before they’re free.
Yet from the little left behind Life has been known to grow again
For unless you take your roots
A part of you will remain.
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