Tree of Choice

It is a tree that stands upright stands tall, stands proud

A tree that we all must climb

Sometimes the wind guides us

Sometimes we are guided

By the sunshine in our hearts

The spark of thoughts flickering in our mind

And with each decision

We reach a new branch

Sometimes prickly; full of thorns

Sometimes a nest of luck

Filled with joy

As new hope is born

Sometimes we reach for the wrong branch

Picking rotten fruit

We want to give up, as our eyes are stung by tears

But a gentle ray of hope

Peeks out from behind every dark cloud

And encourages us

Encourage us to keep climbing