Constant
I am constant like the trunk of a mighty tree. My roots dig deep and though I change my leaves with the seasons my core stays the same. My heart is ever purposeful and consistent. Here in this corner of the forest I will remain with a determined loyalty and devotion. I will not forsake this earth. These dreams, hopes, and passions will not be neglected for others. These things are my substance, my core, and my entirety.
The leaves I birth in spring, grow in summer and shed in autumn are all products of this continuous system inside of me. They change not because my core changes, but because the way I choose to express that core is altered. They are born, raised, and set free because I am ever learning to show the world my heart. A heart that is unchanging; a center that is unwavering within a tree that will brave the storms; a man who will love, hope, dream, and inspire.
