Like a frost-bearing tree in the coldest of winter trying to stay upright
dreaming of summer and its thick, green lush
that’s how one feel sometimes, inside.

“If I fail, should I flee?
and would I soar, if I succeed?
what if I fall, lower than the ground?
but what do I do if the gold is found?”

Worry not, o friend of me
of what may come, or what may be.
hold onto your faith, and take a leap
brace for whatever ahead, as you spread your wings
cautiously, but surely.

For the road to the sky is never easy
even when its meant to be.

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purchased on April 13th, for a friend
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