Yes, you, beautiful soul that reaches for the stars with a twinkle in your eyes and doesn't settle for less than your dreams.
You, the hurt and beaten but unbroken spirit,
That refuses to fall.
The winds may blow, the world may shake, the skies thunder, the universe burn.
But you will give it your all.
In your confined and limited world, your tree, your room, town, or continent, you may feel scarred. Weakened.
There is only so much storm a leaf