Young Willow Tree shyly crept into the sun. When she was the tiniest of shoots, Bentlee Boulder and Ronaldo Rock were so gigantic, she wanted to stop growing. Deep from her roots and whispered on the wind, she heard her Ancestors. “Young Willow, keep growing.” She trusted her elders who leaned and waved along the rocky shore. Every day she felt her Ancestors in every leaf. Bentlee and Ronaldo, strong and silent, warmed her in the sun, sheltered her from the wind. Before long, Bentlee Boulder and Ronaldo Rock became her best friends. Young Willow Tree was content.
“Roots are not in a landscape or a country,
or a people, they are inside you.”
~ Isabel Allende
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