A tree has been planted and the leaves are hung with care
as medicine to stop the bleeding from our heart
where we regret the path we have ended up on.
Humility is demanded if the fears of the future
are to be turned into that sweet shady place
near the trunk where we sit under the canopy of leaves.
It is here that we each find the freshest of air to breathe again.
It is here where we can spend the time to become well again,
with neither sadness nor dread.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
Pen and ink with digital manipulation