No matter the way in which I grow! It is my objection to your conformity that shapes me! for if I choose your way I would surly wither and die from constriction; ligature marks about my soul...
My garden is full of bloom with possibilities, opportunities, coincidences, innuendos, hopes joys, love, burdens, risks failure and fears.
Each an individual leaf. A beautiful and unique canopy of foliage to shade my essential nature.
This is my tree of life!