Oh the roles and choices
I, the eldest of the forest
I choose to lead
The new branches, stretch, grow,
and blossom
New ideals abound the within
the nectar of the
center
The center which is always
here, awaiting
Sometimes I think I want to be
in another forest
be a different branch
bear someone else's fruit
Alas this is my path
My role can and is thoughtful,
heart driven, and
SOUL LEAD
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