I see it now. The Law of Growth. I am stretching my arms as though they are branches toward the bright light. I am digging my roots into the earth seeking nourishment and hydration.

It’s as natural as breathing. In the Autumn I turn inward, releasing old energy preparing for the dark season when I will transition from analysis to action. I will bend with the wind. I will observe all, judging none. I will open like the leaves in the spring. I will grow.