This is a tree’s self-reflection, as she expounds upon the true sun she needs and wants. She is told that she is standing in a forest. But she has discovered that this is “not all right,” deceived by those whose boughs shield her from “breaking” and by the sun by whose light she is “fed.” She is aware of her own inexperience away from her previous protectors, but she is impatient to be free to be true to herself. She cherishes the upcoming journey toward what she sees is her destiny, admittedly a messy process but part of her informed choice. It would demonstrate her incontrovertible partnership with her true source of nourishment, a relationship where the two are the figures in the equation of her life — her truth.
This is a tree’s self-reflection, as she expounds upon the true sun she needs and wants. She is told that she is standing in a forest. But she has discovered that this is “not all right,” deceived by those whose boughs shield her from “breaking” and by the sun by whose light she is “fed.” She is aware of her own inexperience away from her previous protectors, but she is impatient to be free to be true to herself. She cherishes the upcoming journey toward what she sees is her destiny, admittedly a messy process but part of her informed choice. It would demonstrate her incontrovertible partnership with her true source of nourishment, a relationship where the two are the figures in the equation of her life — her truth.