Some branches become a point for new roots to stabilise and found. These do not turn a new leaf, they allow further establishing.
Growing up is about seeing up and above where mature minds think. Noticing the signs that guide than being too small to see.
Not all sparkly slippers are made of glass, some are soft and comfy to find a mouse sleeping in.
Are thinking incorrectly as a cart before the horse, their defending emblem shield is a sign. Yet, passing by and heading towards the door to find closed.
Kept under lock and key that it is fearing of whom places such mechanism. That the only emotion is to find the right key and not faithfully discover. Even when some one other releases them from their bonds, it is a returning gratitude to loyaly be theirs.
In the forest; not just gates to a fortress, it is an entrance to a kingdom. Wider than the winding road leading to this passage, stone pillars like the ends of a wall. The walls stretching for miles like a bordering edge. Sensing the change once to pass across such inviting opening. As to enter a new dimension yet is upon the same road to be travelling along. This grand entrance really makes a statement of what place of new.
In the stones; developing stages are towards a strong knowledgeable mind to cope with the stronger force like wind, if needing a hero to keep that strength going then may as well allow them to do it instead, love is prepared to be that hero but only to be at their side and not influence any decisions to see them flourish.
St. Mark Ch.3:V.35 " - For whosoever shall do the will of God, the same is my brother, and my sister, and mother."
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