Shredded Roots

Croxt:

Occasionally, the closets of the wilderness open windows and send forth turbulent winds that unpluck trees with roots that have dried. The farmer runs through his farm with hoes and woes the marketplace would never understand. No pain, no gain. I guess that's why ships sail off into the vastness of the ocean seeking a light. The compass that guides should never be left at home. Getting lost is terrifying; the last thing you want to do on a journey. We trust the boats, we trust the oars, we trust the sails, we trust our experience but with the winds, we only hope they dance to our tune and get us home. Where we belong. You can't know yourself if you haven't found yourself. The reason we win is not always because we came prepared but because our souls were never defeated. That's why we teach our boys to be courageous, our girls to be fearless. The stars rise to shine us to sleep as the concrete moon bears our sleepless worries. The sheep outside are in a recital and you can't stop but wonder how things flow together in such beautiful rhythm. But let's not be sheep, following blindly. We've been built for each other but with decisions to make. Some of them are careless, others really needed to be made. We won't also watch people get stuck in thorns or fall into ditches and not help get them out. For these reasons, we have a heart. And the decisions we make, define us. All this in the hope that we do not open the judgement room in people's hearts. Some of them see good in a lot of things and wish you well. They are there to support, to offer a ladder to get you out of the ditch you tripped into. But then again, some of them are hurt and they could destroy trees you planted. So if it is to plant you desire to plant, plant trees with roots so deep and too strong to be shredded.