You see your roots never leave you. The beauty is, on the tough spiral upwards you'll bloom. Your roots are never perfect sweetheart and they do not need to be. Let the light of life help you grow and allow the wind to direct you in magical paths. Trust that those roots will solidify your growth, with their mended branches and many dead ends, they've learned to survive, you are here because the foundations of your life have pushed you. They are tough, as are you. You've believed, you've allowed the sunbeams, the glistens of dew and the whispers of air guide you. Continue to let the rivers and the rain fill your soul with wonder so that you will undoubtedly prosper in the most beautiful and unique way. The simplicity of nature, with its complex stories hold more answers than technology could ever tell you. You know my dear girl, you've known all along. Just like the world around you - the imperfect makes us beautiful. Let nature be your guide, let its stories help make yours. Never forget that my fierce wonder, even the trees have a song to sing.