When I look; back at where I've come from and to where I'm going, I wonder whether I'm moving forward or I'm just stagnant in my today. no tomorrows, only yesterdays and yester-years
Rising from the ashes is not as easy as it sounds. How could ashes ever be anything but ashes. I look around at the trees I once stood with, they all glimmer and stand proud as beautiful pieces of furniture. They've produced even more furniture. I am mere ash, blown by the wind.
Yet as I blow, I know I can fertilize the seed cast away. Maybe I can be reborn as a brand new tree to one day rise to my former glory.
The old rugged firewood in me, fell to ashes but no more will it hinder my rise to bigger better furniture.s
