she knew she was lucky

because she could actually see it

how the trees got more beautiful each year

how they danced with graceful pride

surviving each season's change

and she knew their beauty and survival

lied not in the perfection

but the growth

and she could see it

in the trees

in the people around her

and some days

even in herself

....

and so she danced

(I did not write these words,

but they hold a very prominent

place upon my wall

...

because I feel every word)