I am as calm as the leaves traveling in the air
Wandering through time knowing not where I am going
Trusting I will land at a better place.

I am as short as the corn seedlings
Promising growth
Bringing the hope of a fuller stomach for the younger ones whose blood runs through me
Whose dreams are rooted in me

I am the magical tree of hope that once sat at the cursed table of nightmares
My branches bear the fruits of not giving up
Together they set the table anew placing golden cups of dreams coming true