Let Us Flow

I look to the trees for guidance, comforted beneath their canopies.
Unwavering, their core. With trunks that do not budge.
Grounded, their roots. A foundation, resolute. 

But the tops of trees, they tell a different story. They sway. They stretch their limbs out to the sky. And their leaves, they change from time to time. Cracking, letting go, sometimes falling to the ground. 
It's the lessons from the branches that let us know we mustn't fight the wind. 
It's the lessons from the leaves that remind us we can grow anew. 
The movement will carry us. Things will change. We will stretch, and break, and sometimes, we will fall. 
But let us learn from the treetops; let us flow. 
Let us flow.