Fragments of Me Part 2

One of the purest gifts is the one of unconditional support. Maybe it's because I desire the same, that I can project everything I've been taught. If you give me the chance to help you, about life I will retort, and aid you before you feel to hurt yourself as a last resort.

Not everyone deserves this attention and thought. Sometimes those I want to aid choose to block me out of their mental forts. Though this is upsetting and causes our bond to become naught, on the rare occasion that I find someone worthy, one day you can say for you I have fought.

I hide behind leaves and branches most of the time, but for the right candidates, I will come to you and shine. I will make sure your mind, spirit, and soul are all fine, until you view yourself as a shrine, for the world to worship and align.

We will walk along life's spine, floating over the downs that are assigned, until each part of your being can come together and introduce its new design to everyone in the world; even those who are so malign. One day you will smile and cry at your own developed mind.

Sometimes my role as a Tree Angel can be banal and small. I can hide away from your vision and your thoughts. On my end, dripping in droplets from your eyes' waterfalls, I will continuously pray and watch your battle with life, like a spectator at a brawl.

This can only be if you find me before you turn too cruel, even if it means to me you must climb and crawl. It may seem that I, too, use my leaves as a wall, but if it's meant to be—fate will be written at dawn. My role, then, is to aid a champion to be born.