**I felt it was about time to fill out the last category of the blog. Not to leave it out and make it feel lonely any longer. This is a brief creative writing, Enjoy.**
As but a young seedling, a singular existence of bliss that only I am aware.
By blowing winds, my home is fate chosen
Flourishing in my youth, the seasons come and go
Rooting ever further, reaching out to find the world
Friends, knowledge and disillusioned reality as I am not alone
Soaking up the fallen seas, the seasons come and go
Growing up and out, feeling the suns warmth and winds of fate
Happy and green, whipping along as fate twists and molds me
Slow experience and teaching learned, the seasons come and go
Rooting deeper and deeper, until no longer do I sway with uncertainty
My friends still dancing in the wind, learning in the cooling air
Inexperience now golden with knowledge, the seasons come and go
Every leaf of passion and love shared, passed freely in the breeze
Bumping into old friends and making new ones, out I grow
Blanks of dusted trial fall, the seasons come and go
Hardened by the cool hibernation, stable and toughened by the trails
Now fully out stretched to the world , finding my friends dancing in the breeze
Remaining unshaken to growth, I only sway to encourage them
Trialed bark grows tall with rings of memory, the seasons come and go